This is a song about "Olivia hogan"

Heystop running your mouth

Grow it in my red house

I sense some censorship while your dwelling on sentences

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

It's apart of her goal

Flows, imported from north pole

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

Catch bitches like i'm fishin with a fuckin brass pole

See i got more haters and nay sayers than eight lakers in boston

But so many asian bitches in my crib it looks like i be clonin'

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Bitch. you fuckin yo dog in back of your house.

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

A shelter he can call home when there's no turning back

But a pole position you couldn't hold, not even your own wooden bone

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own