This is a song about "Knockin ppl out"

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

While i rock out with my cock out

Stressed out, ya you know im stressed out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

I wanna cock and shoot, mama plots, thinks i'm knockin' boots,

Liquors are out, shit is around the world, because i'll be knockin' domes,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Don't give a fuck to what ppl say do it for ur self for ur ppl kill it

Hit you from a block away

Get up out out my way

If you ain't about money

Good ppl surrounding me

Out of mind out of sight

On that red-eyed kush flight