This is a song about "I m done with you fake bitches"

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

You other bitches is fake, just like baloney,

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Say what? you thought that i was done?

I thank you lord for everything that you have ever done,

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

Right after i send these fake bitches to the underworld

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Seriously get out im done with you,

And word i blew off herb i grew

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,