This is a song about "Gossip bitch"

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

Trip, and then you never snitch

A dark room, *stop flapping bitch*

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

As well as gossip, genre and dogma, blunted, marijuana

You won't live another day bitch!

Lying to yourself, all over an image

I put the nigga in his casket

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

And she stripping, go to college

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch