This is a song about "Pull out game strong"

I prefer your applause without a handout

Summertime, no doubt, i had to pull the bike out

Pull out the bong, that i own,

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Vegetation getting thick ima pull out my machete

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I done with your out the game,

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

I gotta little clout

Imma bout to pull out

Anytime you wanna cry, just pull a kleenex out yah front, bum

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

I pull my dick out for free tastings