This is a song about "Got many bitchies"

I got so many niggas i can't remember all they names

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Cuz i got too many stacks

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

World's got problems, way too many for me to list em/

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Got many bitches on my plate at once

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

You got to fight through many battles in life,

Got so many witches, the curse pile's running low

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

How many times i got to say it for it to count?

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Got so many bars im fat like homers belly