This is a song about "Bitches and bacon"

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

Of bad bitches and good tree

They say nothings ever free

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Gett this money flip it like bacon

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Little more weed, first class seats

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

And if you looka all the bitches...

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

All these bitches stop and stare