This is a song about "Bitches who hate"

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

College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man

Can't you see all these rappers who hate me?

You be get up on this fly shit baby

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

You sit in filth while you hate those who sit in wealth,

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

Women front, they get its cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

No hate but the "great" is who imma about to assassinate

Sighting the same bitches who played me

I'm on i-80 though with my baby