This is a song about "Jewelry and bad bitches"

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

All them bad bitches tryna look so tough

Since then all that bad bitches wanna blow me

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Chillin in da park wit bad bitches in my sight

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

More bitches in ma section,bad bitch trynna get ma attention

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

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

Discussin bad bitches and the wish for bare thighs

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice