This is a song about "Fucking bitches up"

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

My rap dichotomy sums up your binges, lucked up you bitches,

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

"mike come on shut these bitches up man"

Bitches these days have sex so much and end up with so many fucking kids

Engineering, medicine, religion, fine arts, and built the great pyramids

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

All these bitches ugly, call them girls up

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Im twisting bitches up like they handlebars