This is a song about "Pirates and bitches"

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

She suckin and swallow man bitches are hallow

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Swash buckled with pirates

And these bitches will never ever stop it

You gone make me flip then split your shit

And i got mad love to give

And i'll show you all type of bitches

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

The emergency room, gettin stitches

I'll take there homies,family and bitches