This is a song about "Bitches and siratcha"

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Of bad bitches and good tree

Cause all i want is you, baby

Babe you know it gets no better than this

And if you looka all the bitches...

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

And just ball like kobe n pau gasol these bitches

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

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

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

And i'll show you all type of bitches

It's a beautiful bliss