This is a song about "Bad bitches or thot"

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Bad bitches in my office, call it bad business.

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Chillin in da park wit bad bitches in my sight

Not me, i bet you remember the night

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

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

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Remember those days when i use to pass out, hand out to bad bitches

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Bad bitches that roll my blunt

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Or you'll be useless like my bitches.

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes