This is a song about "Bitches and snitches"

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

And bad bitches give me head and tell

It's that crack, give you something to sell

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

I'm the wonder woman, let me go get my rope

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

From poorest snitches to richest

Money is most of y'all interest

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Of bad bitches and good tree

You a lady boss, now you fly free