This is a song about "Being bad bitches"

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

I'm rollin' with two bad bitches cause misery loves company

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

And get caught, in the moment

Bad bitches that roll my blunt

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

Discussin bad bitches and the wish for bare thighs

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

All them bad bitches tryna look so tough

Niggas talk with limited service

Fuck "grey's anatomy" i'm getting sasha grey throat

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