This is a song about "Bitches and cara"

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

And these bitches will never ever stop it

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

She suckin and swallow man bitches are hallow

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Than i drop the fucker and leave you broke ass bitches,

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

As my record label nitpicks at this

And i'll show you all type of bitches