This is a song about "Bitches hos and oreos"

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

They say you're all obedient and you're all just bitches,

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

You pay your favorite stripper car note

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

And i be talking about me, i do this

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

All these bitches stop and stare

For 9 years in spain had the time share

You're a pile of ash and ember covered in feces of bitches

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