This is a song about "Any bitch"

Were barely any fair it seems,

Little more weed, first class seats

I'm making moves, check my french

Any sings of foul stench,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Oh wait thats right you don't have any

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Go the distance without any assistance

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Trying to give them light and a message