This is a song about "Kicking bitches out"

Remember those days when i use to pass out, hand out to bad bitches

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Are the only thing i be dishing out to you bitches

When you pull that thang out bitches get stuck like darts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Caus i've been kicking back kicking hackey sack till i hit that sack/

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Seriously, just, kicking back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

Wippin out rhymes so sexual bitches yell shit ive been flashed,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Sayin shit, knocking bitches out with super saiyan fists