This is a song about "Harley and fucking bitches"

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Bitches on my lines i aint got no fucking time

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

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

Of bad bitches and good tree

They say i talk like im god body

Gotta be something for me write this

And if you looka all the bitches...

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,