This is a song about "Bitches be crazy"

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Hip-hop might be slowly dying, crazy is rap,

These girls be so crazy,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I caid it sucked and you have got to be crazy

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Bitch you must be crazy

Cause all i want is you, baby

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

I really shouldn't be here now- i don't fuck the heathen bitches

My lady, my baby

Well i may be crazy

Y'all niggas must be crazy if you think i'm not toxic,

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

And i be pokin' bitches all in the right spots

Couple of wet whips that i ride like yachts