This is a song about "Fuck bitches"

I fuck bitches and they don't have to fake it

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Ive got reputations to slaughter in no specific order when they aplaud ha,

Just keep trying to fuck wit my paper but bitches is scheming and so are ya

I wanna start off by saying fuck bitches

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Till they take off there skirt i got bad bitches i dont fuck em clean

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

This song alone is getting more kids laid than bitches who get paid to fuck,

Niggas is working forever my bars

I only fuck bitches who bust out of tube tops

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Where the fuck did all these bitches come from,