This is a song about "Harley and fucking bitches"

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

That shoebox shit, over with

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

I use bitches like fucking dirty rags

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Aint no fucking way the stop me now bitches,

You ain’t never been higher than this

Bitches on my lines i aint got no fucking time

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

And bad bitches give me head and tell

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Outta all them fucking fake bitches i thought you were the truest