This is a song about "I like bad bitches thats my fucking problem"

You know i need a buck thats my fuckin problem

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

And yea i like to fuck i got a fucking problem (repeat three times)

We getting money, you can face the facts

I use bitches like fucking dirty rags

Chillin in da park wit bad bitches in my sight

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

Cold, my style making my nose run

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I know you ain't the fucking problem

Riding around with ms. reece and them