This is a song about "Bitches and floes"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

So go ahead bitches and cuss me

All these bitches stop and stare

No medal here, i'm well aware

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

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

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

She gon get the mils for this

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

Bitches see me and think its so surreal

And just ball like kobe n pau gasol these bitches

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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

And these bitches will never ever stop it

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that