This is a song about "Bitches cant get this"

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Get a little bit a this and bitches cannot catch me

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Straight up bitches cant wait to chill with karn

Horny bitches walking bi! get it?

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

This feeling cant be simulated

All black everthing on some jigga shit

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

Atom in my bath rum that cant handul bitches who cant fathom the fact

Yeah i went from rags to riches and now i cant stop shagging bitches/

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

And i don't rely on no bitches

Cant compose bars like this