This is a song about "Bad bitches and weed"

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Chillin in da park wit bad bitches in my sight

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

The drug that they brain need

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

That hands you weed and alcohol

I don’t care where ya are

Discussin bad bitches and the wish for bare thighs

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries