This is a song about "Got many bitchies"

So many people in the ghetto got them levitated,

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

I got so many words runnin through my head

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

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

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

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

I got so many lids, i count way too far

So many leftover bottles at my house i got like twelve

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

Got so many planes they think am from abroad