This is a song about "Bad bitches only"

Plottin' don’t even worry

Of bad bitches and good tree

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

This looks not only bad on you and me,

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Bad bitches that roll my blunt

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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