This is a song about "Hateful bitches"

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

You better choose between your hand and hateful disposition.

Y'all write hateful lyrics and put 'em in concerts working,

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Mind your motherfucking business

I salivate at fine bitches

Flexin on these bitches

They are the coaches in this

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

A shrouded cloaked confounded shadow protective hateful entity.

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Killing all you pacifist bitches, screwin all you pissed off bitches,

But you hate them navel kisses

Dont got time for no bitches,