This is a song about "Pirates and bitches"

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

All these bitches stop and stare

Says money in the air

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

While all the pretty bitches watch and stare

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

And if you looka all the bitches...

With some lesbians that don't know english