This is a song about "Pulling bitchs"

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Cuz i'm pulling skirts up exposing you ladies,

And it's pulling me apart a part

No wonder why when times get hard

Call me gob bluth cuz i'll be pulling tricks life long.

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Yo we're simply pulling triggers, making dough, full of liquor,

I'm pulling all the strings, son, you feel the tension

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Pulling the stitching out as

So chase the air hide your stash