This is a song about "Having out with my girls"

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

I just blank out

Girls out her talkin bout

‘cause i manipulate your molecular structure

Young, nigga having sex many ways with your mother.

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

Peace out, salute with my middle

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Getting people i was cool with addicted to having sores,

Then scratch em out my teeth with toothpicks

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets