This is a song about "Bitches who ain t shit"

Together all the timethought it was true love

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Then those bitches who grew old.

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

I love corpses, abortion, distortion, bitches who pussy all contorted

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

But my character never could be like them, man

So why waste time on bitches who don't give a damn

That's the affect of bitches who disrespect

Bitch niggas be afraid to speakwe the last ones left

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to