This is a song about "Pulling out"

Pulling the stitching out as

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Hell be picking big boulders breaking his shoulders pulling the rollers

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

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

My conclusion is that they pulling punches and using/

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Damn i think i hit writer's block, pulling up to the riders lot

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock