This is a song about "Bitches and floes"

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

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

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

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

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

While all the pretty bitches watch and stare

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

And just ball like kobe n pau gasol these bitches

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live