This is a song about "Fucking bad bitches"

Who know this be the life that i really live

My mom is scolding me again for fucking bitches

Chillin in da park wit bad bitches in my sight

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Discussin bad bitches and the wish for bare thighs

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

Of bad bitches and good tree

I’m a hustla, baby

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

I'm rollin' with two bad bitches cause misery loves company

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tony

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

All them bad bitches tryna look so tough

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces