This is a song about "Bitches and snitches"

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

Uppity bitches, handling business

Bitches see me and think its so surreal

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

From poorest snitches to richest

If you feel it, it must be real just

While all the pretty bitches watch and stare

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

And i'll show you all type of bitches

So i gotta spit to this