This is a song about "Bitch try"

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Cause bitch, you can try and spit shit or take a hit/

Try to call me (try to call me)

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

And i got holy bars bitch, don't even try to diss this

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

Trip, and then you never snitch

Fuckin myopic bitch

So try to stare at the sky, i'll be smiling at you, bitch...

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty

You fucks better rise quick i aint got patience. try me bitch i am basically

Try harder try better try getting those diamonds that stylist those islands

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush