This is a song about "I only fuck with bad bitches"

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

I really shouldn't be here now- i don't fuck the heathen bitches

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Remember those days when i use to pass out, hand out to bad bitches

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

Appy pressure like a sticker, fuck bitches with precision

Fuck a motherfucker who say he only fuck with real rap/

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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/

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

One day i'll be convicted but for now i fuck these bitches

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

I'm rollin' with two bad bitches cause misery loves company