This is a song about "Lambos and bitches"

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

So go ahead bitches and cuss me

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

And if you looka all the bitches...

We pushing lambos, phantoms, and bentley coupes now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

And i be talking about me, i do this

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

You ain't working hard as this

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.