This is a song about "Bitches stabbing me in the back"

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Bitches lining up lines snortin like its a banquet, so high bitches leaving me babies in baskets,

Stabbing gall bladders in backs of bathroom stalls

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Check me in the placenta noticing yall bitches agendas

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Don't want to be the king

Dispatching the stabbing

Putting the past back for me

So while the world goes drake crazy

Find me stuntin for the bitches

Out in la im fakin' hitting switches

If you ain't about money

Sighting the same bitches who played me

Aint no fucking way the stop me now bitches,

Professing they found one ready as this