This is a song about "Bitch sarah"

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Look inside my closet

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

You don't mean that, you faggot

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

Double m self made we forever rich

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

Told you camp lo was my favorite

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Trying to give them light and a message

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Debating is futile, don't believe me, ask sarah palin,