This is a song about "Childish bitch"

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

You ain't gon find that

The dead society of a poet

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Murdering another bitch

Now you speaking my language

I created this image

Come sever the track bitch

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

No car key and i mean that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

The childish play and pray everythings okay,