This is a song about "Bitches n wead"

'specially when i fuck bitches

That shoebox shit, over with

Proves that ignorance is bliss

My dick, stupid bitches

We got the lyrics, we get the dissing, 'n we killed them bitches

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Bonin' bitches; coerce, eatin' wet pussy surf n' turf

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

This shit is sick, its chill n' quick the bitches stay hatin'

Like i been slapping bitches,

So i gotta spit to this

Let me cash you out , here hold this

Im avoiding wack bitches