This is a song about "Stuntin on bitches"

Who know this be the life that i really live

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

Uppity bitches, handling business

I remember shittin on all these bitches.

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And i don't make no bed rock

Bitches licking on my cock

I woulda done anything for my own

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Shittin' on bitches like my fetishes are german,

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

"mike come on shut these bitches up man"

Cuz ignorance is bliss

Find me stuntin for the bitches