This is a song about "Hate you bitches"

And i'll show you all type of bitches

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

And if you looka all the bitches...

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

Y you bitches think im playing,

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Bitches talk, bitches hate,all that shit dont phase me, truth be told im to fucing lazy

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Give a fuck you bitches.

My ysl lenses, my infrared sixes

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

// [you show me nothing but hate]

You think hate gonna inflict pain

Parking lot of the blue flame