This is a song about "How many cocks are in subject ass"

(i got that hot bitch in my home) you know how many hot bitches i own?

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

How many lines does it take to leave your ass in defeat?

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

No matter how many tries

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

You are just a pain in my ass

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,

So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

There are so many problems in my life that i gotta get past

It don't matter how many random letters you put in ya name,

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again