This is a song about "I have all of jonahs bitches"

I remember shittin on all these bitches.

Bring the battering ram where you live

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

All these bitches giving me stress instead of giving me head

I wanna be featured in a magazine, this diesel, it be my gasoline,

But look at me now, cover of billboard magazine, bitches scream wow, this nigga must have cream,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Jdot and majik so fuck all of these haters i knew i would have an odd future

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

All i ever wanna do in my whole life is fuck bitches

All is well now and i met all of these bitches in hell

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

All these all-talk bitches lust for the title of king/