This is a song about "Bitches hos and oreos"

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

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

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

Babe you know it gets no better than this

And i'll show you all type of bitches

Of bad bitches and good tree

Fuck fame, fuck money

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

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

All these bitches stop and stare

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Flyer them the rest i told you i'm ish

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches