This is a song about "I only fuck with the classy bitches"

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

That regs shit, i don't fuck around with, fuck those mids, only puff the loud shit

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

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

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

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

I got three bad bitches, with some green we chillin on the scene,

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Appy pressure like a sticker, fuck bitches with precision

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Fuxk the nines the eight next the seven i only fuck girls who look

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

I only know the underground is filled with all the warring lords,