This is a song about "Look at yall bitches"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Check me in the placenta noticing yall bitches agendas

I dont need bitches, bitches flock at my name

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

I kill em all slowly so i can hear them clearly, as they scream wishing it was all a dream,

But look at me now, cover of billboard magazine, bitches scream wow, this nigga must have cream,

Stop and look at the charts,

Tire marks, tire marks

When i look back at me

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Mentally i erupt at y'all,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Yall hate on me and lie so i look bad, yalls shit is spurious

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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