This is a song about "Bitches these days"

I make these bitches disperse

We ahead of the curve

Im tired of these bitches

They are the coaches in this

Sike bitches these days are inside ugly like dykes

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Tryna kill my dreams

But these days turn to weeks,

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

These days, can i get a muthafuckin witness

Look it something they can't ever see

That's why all these bitches frosty.

These days we praise martin

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun