This is a song about "Bitches and snitches"

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

They for grossing a bigger business

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Your friends wit snitches and that gives us suspicion bout you in business.

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

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

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

You're a pile of ash and ember covered in feces of bitches

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live