This is a song about "Bitches and snitches"

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

From poorest snitches to richest

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

You feel it from your head to your toes

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here

Bitches see me and think its so surreal

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

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

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

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

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches