This is a song about "Bad bitches"

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Remember those days when i use to pass out, hand out to bad bitches

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Till they take off there skirt i got bad bitches i dont fuck em clean

Of bad bitches and good tree

We got money to go get baby

Since then all that bad bitches wanna blow me

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

I don't rap flipping coke, i just try to give em hope

Lookin' at the bad bitches, smokin' on the best smoke

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tony

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,