This is a song about "Fucking bitches and getting paid"

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

These wack bitches getting old

Cause im getting paid like i'm in 12th grade, this shit endless,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Get your priorities straight and have your groceries paid

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Vigorously flipping bitches, niggas getting sick of us

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Bitches these days have sex so much and end up with so many fucking kids

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

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

Get your priorities straight and have your groceries paid

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade