This is a song about "Blonde bitches"

Flexin on these bitches

You ain't working hard as this

Then waking up in the morning sore next to a damned dead blonde whore

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Vice versa, eyes blue and hair blonde from the meth i did,

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

I call all my bitches

When you feel like this

But i'm still fuckin these bitches,

Aight santana man...let's do this

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

No apologies for these bitches

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

Stay bitches, yeah low in your caves bitches

As my record label nitpicks at this