This is a song about "Fuckin mad bitches"

Fuckin these bitches is just a hobby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Don’t you be holding back

Kid who always looks mad

Catch bitches like i'm fishin with a fuckin brass pole

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

My niggas getting mad

See i let my nigga split that

Bitches gettin mad when i hit their ferrari

And i got a little big, keep it low key

The real muscle in the message of that

Criticism doesn't make him mad

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Bitches mad, was eating on they sofa