This is a song about "Bad bitches"

Bad bitches that roll my blunt

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

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

Out in la im fakin' hitting switches

Stay bitches, yeah low in your caves bitches

All them bad bitches tryna look so tough

Cause this nigga done got jealous

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tony

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

Amazing that i bring you to tears. yeah i'm white but my bitches are bad,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Bad bitches in my office, call it bad business.

Took my heart away from money

Of bad bitches and good tree