This is a song about "Bitches and cara"

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Who know this be the life that i really live

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

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

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

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

Get blown like lawn leaves

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with