This is a song about "Bitches aint shit to mr"

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

Bitches talk, bitches hate,all that shit dont phase me, truth be told im to fucing lazy

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

Aint no fucking way the stop me now bitches,

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Shouts to mr rizzo

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

I aint lettin' you win with your shit

Fresh to death, swallow bleach, wine glass of mr. clean

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Shit, i watched you rise up and rip bitches to bits

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes