This is a song about "Fucking bitches getting weed"

These wack bitches getting old

I say that the pool is closed

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Aint no fucking way the stop me now bitches,

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

My mom is scolding me again for fucking bitches

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes