This is a song about "Gettin bitches to realise"

Gettin to know his demons

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Now i got them bitches infected and they gettin on they knees

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

My heart start to smolder and soul start get colder, i realise im no good,

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

I swear ri got a hit with this

Ight, im done with disses, back to bitches

When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

These bitches gettin' shady, tryna' catch me up on purpose

For that paper, i'mma grind

But grub was gettin harder to find