This is a song about "Bitches at la"

Lookin' at the bad bitches, smokin' on the best smoke

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

That’s my la-la lullaby.

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Bitches spittin their raps at me gingerly, smokin hickory, im a mystery,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

My bitches like to cut the dope, and bag it for a dime and at the same time

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine