This is a song about "Bitches n were"

Mind your motherfucking business

But i'm still fuckin these bitches,

'specially when i fuck bitches

They are the coaches in this

My hopes and all my wishes

My dick, stupid bitches

Cuz they made the game about bitches n gold chains

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Chemicals were mixed 'n' formed bubbles in test tube,

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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

When you feel like this

I call all my bitches