This is a song about "Fucking bitches at a party"

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up

Cause at the end neither have a fucking father,

Gliding through the skies as the slow minds wander

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Gonna party hard at rail way terrain

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

I dont need bitches, bitches flock at my name

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Makes for a hell of party