This is a song about "Pullin bitches"

Says money in the air

Your pullin on my hair

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

I pullin out my d, see, i just wanna be free,

2dopeboyz i know you like this

Like i been slapping bitches,

Man we pullin' out like jack rabbits out of magic hats,

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

A mentally virgin emergin, pullin through as my hearts swollen

Demagogues up top pullin' strings instead

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

I salivate at fine bitches

She dont have a problem with, with

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Hes rasin hell and pullin heaven to earth