This is a song about "Cocain and bitches"

I'm a force to be reckoned with

And if you looka all the bitches...

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Than i drop the fucker and leave you broke ass bitches,

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

Now i'm living out my dreams

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks