This is a song about "Stuntin on bitches"

Bitches on his dick [deck]

Like a church in debt

So i can understand police victims

Got many bitches on my plate at once

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

I remember shittin on all these bitches.

Let me cash you out , here hold this

Making bitches fall on my way up

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

But now i'm chasing cash/stuntin' on what you wish you had

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag