This is a song about "I get bitches to do shit for me"

Or i'll challenge myself: i manage to give you brain damage and put you in a gray package

When im happy i get real bitches to call me daddy, they crawl all over me til i say quit bitch,

The more mo bills i get the more shit come free to me

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Up in my new two door

They ask me what i do for

Find me stuntin for the bitches

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Bitches talk, bitches hate,all that shit dont phase me, truth be told im to fucing lazy

They ask me what i do it for

I got soul, there's more in store

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

I can't let go of her, she means too much to me to do that shit