This is a song about "Fast card bad bitches and designer clothe"

Play your card right and won't die a fake bitch.

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

And chip shards off your skull to lay you face down like a flipped card

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

This how i hear it different

Bad bitches that roll my blunt

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Bad guy give you a fat eye in a fast time

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress