This is a song about "Guns kush bitches hoes club rhymes gangsta crip blood"

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

Wippin out rhymes so sexual bitches yell shit ive been flashed,

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Got one good tip: bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Blood stained rhymes cause a frantic panic attack//

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Nowadays it’s about bitches and hoes and riches and dough,

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose