This is a song about "Bitches love my swag"

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

My dick, stupid bitches

Just searching for the perfect shot

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Let out all the swag like my dad, got right in the zone, obtained no receipts

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Cuz the bitches like us, but they love our home.

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

You know my swag is outstanding,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Long as my bitches love me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free