This is a song about "I got 20 bitches with me"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Hackin bitches with a cleaver like i got cabin fever

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Bitches on my lines i aint got no fucking time

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

With a stim to take, pardon me, as i eviserate with a fist of blades

I got there bitches sucking my penile

I never smiled as a juvenile

Of me winning with these mad bitches snitching.

I only got one rule, no kissing

I got two bitches my life,

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Got 3 niggas to smoke with afterwards 4 bitches blow dick