This is a song about "Got many bitchies"

I got so many bars that im gonna imprison you

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Aha you got so many jokes

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

I got so many bitches my dick is always erected

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

Cuz i got so many lines, i put some in reserves.

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

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

I got so many lids, i count way too far

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

I got so many words runnin through my head