This is a song about "Bitchez are fiends"

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

So much green and it's entirely for me and these fiends,

Instead of darkened fiends writing her fucking history,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Tryna make a dollar so i chop it to the fiends

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

And an attitude, cuz imma badder dude, feeding the rap fiends

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

The fiends supply the shady

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby