This is a song about "Quit your bitchin"

Dang ballerina, quit your twirls,

Part of me though, is searching for answers

I flit words in the speed of light, your raps ain't tight so quit rapping tonight

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Celebrate the very day that she get past

Quit your riff raff, just said this shit fast

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Get back into the kitchen whore, you can quit your bitching or,

You quit your job, you look lost i think your losing the plot

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Your titties got me horny bitch quit getting pushy