This is a song about "Pirates and bitches"

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

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

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

While all the pretty bitches watch and stare

All these bitches stop and stare

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Everything ain't what it seems

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

And these bitches will never ever stop it

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit