This is a song about "Bitches who trynna get at me"

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

This song alone is getting more kids laid than bitches who get paid to fuck,

I'm trynna be the best and i'm trynna get big,

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Why you trynna get ya whole entire family killed

Im going for the plate , because im trynna get this cake

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

These niggas out here trynna bathe me on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

You get bitched at by bitches thinking that they know what you do

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you