This is a song about "Bad bitches are the best"

I got three bad bitches, with some green we chillin on the scene,

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

The people that voted you are bitches your friends with.

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

But even the best are retiring not even a test

All them bad bitches tryna look so tough

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

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

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Fuck fame, fuck money

Of bad bitches and good tree

My raps are good, yours are bad..

That moschino shit is so back