This is a song about "Look at yall bitches"

They probably look at me

They gotta point em out baby

Bait baby, wait baby

When i look back at me

Look at that mess look out the window

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Aight so yall niggas gonna talk about pussy, bitches, and gays

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Check me in the placenta noticing yall bitches agendas

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love