This is a song about "Dont trust these bitches"

You ain't working hard as this

Im tired of these bitches

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Long as these bitches love me

I dont gotta have a beat to show these bitches i can rap

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

Trust me these queers rushed me for something my cousin devan did

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Strumming my pain with his fingers

I make these bitches disperse

If i dont trust it i disobey, thats how you separate the real from the fake

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make