This is a song about "Bitches be trippin"

One day i'll be convicted but for now i fuck these bitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

Them boys be talking ’bout their bitches

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

Roslanskeet trippin when i get down,

I got a hundred bitches here tryna be my main chick

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Bitches talk, bitches hate,all that shit dont phase me, truth be told im to fucing lazy

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Or you'll be useless like my bitches.

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss