This is a song about "Bitches that don t phase me"

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Little white gangsters, i'd call that phase ironic,

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

And that goes for don, 420, justin, carl, great, and randy,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Cause some of you bitches funny

And not let your absence phase me

Tell me this time its for good/ not just another phase

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face