This is a song about "Long text about bitches"

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

It doesn't matter if a rapper talks about all his bitches,

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Immaculate conception- go long for this text to catch this

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Thinking about living in my life long dream

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

Rock them bitches once then forgot about ‘em forever

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

You don't worry about them bitches you just doing what they'd like too