This is a song about "Dont trust these bitches"

I make these bitches disperse

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

On they twitter writing novels, see

That's why all these bitches frosty.

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Man, don't trust these bitches. every rose has thorns.

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Long as these bitches love me

Cuz ignorance is bliss

But i'm still fuckin these bitches,

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

I dont trust you! ayo! fuck you!

These wack bitches getting old

Black woman you cold