This is a song about "Bitches and shit"

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

This shit is sick, its chill n' quick the bitches stay hatin'

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Of bad bitches and good tree

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Tryna kill my dreams

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Better rape some bitches and then

I wish i’ll never see you again