This is a song about "Fuckin mad bitches"

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Bitches mad, was eating on they sofa

It go microphone check, one, two, yola

The crown ruler is back

Let the beat spin like mad

And now i'm laughin cause they'll all get so fuckin' mad

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

They way i dress is mad.

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

And now i'm laughin cause they'll all get so fuckin' mad

As often, i do this

But i'm still fuckin these bitches,