This is a song about "Bitshs girls"

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

We should fuck each others mothers

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Girls always playing games with emotions

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

Only concern was the home that was close to him

But got love for them girls

Talking of the gods you serve