This is a song about "Ma bitches"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Got ma head in da books

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Ma wars over but ma stress disorder still haunts me without closure

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

U smell like ma armpit,while uve been on ma cock pit,ma bars hit ma shit like jolie n brad pitt,

Laying it down playing ma sound

All my other people that dance around

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Fucking u with ma middle finger

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

More bitches in ma section,bad bitch trynna get ma attention

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

A legend have to bow, africa