This is a song about "Fuck bitches whores"

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

I wanna start off by saying fuck bitches

I really shouldn't be here now- i don't fuck the heathen bitches

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

'specially when i fuck bitches

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Metronome, chilling with better whores

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Appy pressure like a sticker, fuck bitches with precision

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Im in the hunt for whores

It ain't gon' be no back and forth