This is a song about "Bongs and bitches"

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Of bad bitches and good tree

You see now that nigga lonely

Mama told me it'd be days like this

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

All these bitches stop and stare

A life where we don't need no welfare

Better rape some bitches and then

Vijay singh and all of them