This is a song about "Long text about bitches"

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

Immaculate conception- go long for this text to catch this

Sorry, not impressed by your partly... choppy text

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Long days but longer nights, always arguing about nothing

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Songs all about bitches tits.

Long as my bitches love me

Hey, must be the money

Reflect the raps that flow out spiles text

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes