This is a song about "Drinking with my bitches"

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

Osculating bitches hormones, keepin it exciting while on my telephone with my dad carl,

Fake mc's vomit. me and my niggas on the top floor in vegas drinking gin and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

My dick, stupid bitches

2dopeboyz i know you like this

Long as my bitches love me

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

But you hate them navel kisses

I call all my bitches

Banging bitches on my walls

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

See, i'm second to no one

All my bitches be foreign