This is a song about "Im the girl now bitches hate cause they glo d down"

But no self respecting girl will let you give her the d,

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Now i've been stabbed in the back and they hate thinking i'm trashy

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

All i want is you baby

They love me, for the d,

While everybody got ammunition on deck

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

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

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Haters acting the bitterest they just mad cause im different

Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-

Now im up in the booth an they stressin where they goin