This is a song about "Bv sinners"

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

I got some sinners to collect, their fates are carved in stone.

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

When all of the sinners just hollow beginners

No comparing dice, like the devil lets us smell advice, guilt of a sinners

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

As demons seep in the sinners early fate

Early adapters agree they all late

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Hell, what's suppose to contain all of the sinners

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

Praise those who pray but i prey on the sinners,

A bunch a singers and sinners

Oldest nation on this earth

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners