This is a song about "Good bitches"

Of bad bitches and good tree

Hopin' that my niggas see

But when it comes to bitches,

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Mama told me it'd be days like this

Who buzz bully you bitches

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

But i'm still fuckin these bitches,

Flexin on these bitches

It’s official, she my misses

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

'specially when i fuck bitches

You ain't working hard as this