This is a song about "Bitches and champain"

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

All these bitches stop and stare

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

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

Better rape some bitches and then

Vijay singh and all of them

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

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

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

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this