This is a song about "Lamborghini and bitches"

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

And these bitches will never ever stop it

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Gets harder than rihanna when

Better rape some bitches and then

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live