This is a song about "I hate proudy bitches"

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And i hate the chilly weather

Charlie tango, ready for whatever

I was born to do the damn thing

I hate the condescending

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

These basic bitches say they hate me but they be singing my song.

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

I salivate at fine bitches

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

Give me dome, then let me skate

Your man wale in his own damn lane

I dont need bitches, bitches flock at my name

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/