This is a song about "Pirates and bitches"

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Swash buckled with pirates

All these bitches stop and stare

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Mr. absoulute the most incredible at this

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

And these bitches will never ever stop it

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

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

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

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/