This is a song about "Bopping bitch"

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Now you speaking my language

We never tattle, let god handle that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

Trip, and then you never snitch

Cause we talkin' hip hop bitch

The dead society of a poet

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Dc, man over money

Because bitch honestly

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Sorry you needed a man bitch

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

They vaguely decipher my language

Ya bitch bopping topping slober knocking

Best believe they gon' see it, darling