This is a song about "Lambos and bitches"

Babe you know it gets no better than this

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

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

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

Of bad bitches and good tree

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

All these bitches stop and stare

They tryin to say that i don't care

So go ahead bitches and cuss me

Yeah, it's all natural baby