This is a song about "Fucking bitches up"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Im dressed up like fucking santa

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

Aint no fucking way the stop me now bitches,

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

My rap dichotomy sums up your binges, lucked up you bitches,

Bitches on my lines i aint got no fucking time

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

My mom is scolding me again for fucking bitches

And i be talking about me, i do this

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Bitches lining up lines snortin like its a banquet, so high bitches leaving me babies in baskets,

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but