This is a song about "Bad bitches and weed"

Of bad bitches and good tree

We got money to go get baby

It's not making sense to you right now but

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

As i'm watching the snow fall

That hands you weed and alcohol

Bitches is artificially duck

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

More bitches in ma section,bad bitch trynna get ma attention

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith