This is a song about "Bopping bitch"

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Fuckin myopic bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

I'mma sign that work and release that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Now you speaking my language

Prepare to take a note bitch

A dark room, *stop flapping bitch*

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Cant touch me, homie yousa bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village