This is a song about "Golf and bitches"

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

And i'll show you all type of bitches

She gon get the mils for this

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

And these bitches will never ever stop it

And bad bitches give me head and tell

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

And just ball like kobe n pau gasol these bitches

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

Get blown like lawn leaves

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks