This is a song about "Jade and bitches"

All these bitches stop and stare

They're tryin to say that i don't care

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

So go ahead bitches and cuss me

And bad bitches give me head and tell

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Tryna kill my dreams

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

She suckin and swallow man bitches are hallow

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show