This is a song about "Pull out game"

Fucking the shit out of this game

You're not usin' your brain

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Pull me in, throw me out

Im done asn you out the game,

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Pull out the chloropromazine and the fucking gasoline

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

Pull out a fifty and pay the man

Came on her stomach, pull out, never fronting

And getting money is the song i sing

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

You other guys think otherwise cause i don't pull the franklin's out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Turn you over pull it out