This is a song about "Bitches lookin at me"

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Find me stuntin for the bitches

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

I dont need bitches, bitches flock at my name

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

I could be a normal kid, lookin' at colleges,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Bitches spittin their raps at me gingerly, smokin hickory, im a mystery,

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Give me 2 bitches white bitches preferably

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Listen, he been sittin' reminiscing lookin' at the children

You'll have other rappers lookin at you like you're insane.

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game