This is a song about "Hippy bitch"

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

I'mma sign that work and release that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Never take shit from a bitch

Never agree with that message

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

All you hear in hippy general’s beef are just rifle shots,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Sorry you needed a man bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Because bitch honestly

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free