This is a song about "I got bad bitches"

Bitches on my lines i aint got no fucking time

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

Till they take off there skirt i got bad bitches i dont fuck em clean

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

I got there bitches sucking my penile

And he who satisfy, might as well as retire

I ask him how the bad bitches

Mind your motherfucking business

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

But nah, he is quite different

Bad bitches that roll my blunt

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Hackin bitches with a cleaver like i got cabin fever