This is a song about "Stuntin on bitches"

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

"mike come on shut these bitches up man"

Cause u know that this my jam

#stuntin on christ, scream satan while jumpin over the steeple

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Bitches on his dick [deck]

I respect that you don't know yet

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Making bitches fall on my way up

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone