This is a song about "Bad bitches and ballin"

I ask him how the bad bitches

Uppity bitches, handling business

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Plus we've been droppin' hooks and ballin' like our fuckin' shit's kareem,

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I'm rollin' with two bad bitches cause misery loves company

Presidential status got me ballin like kobe and shaq,

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Since then all that bad bitches wanna blow me

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Got four underneath the old-school as well

Discussin bad bitches and the wish for bare thighs

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice