This is a song about "Bitches murder weed hoes fuckers sex crazy insane hate"

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Neighbors thought i was crazy cookoo insane disturbed

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

When somebody charged with murder they claim they're insane

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

You bitches just spit so much hate

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

It's just fuckin crazy that we have a city this insane

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame