This is a song about "Mackin on the bitches"

I'm up in the booth, pack a shrooms mackin' who back an nothing to lose

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Bitches mad, was eating on they sofa

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Bitches on knees sucking dee's

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

I remember shittin on all these bitches.

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Thats my belief, and imma stick wit it like my semen when i hit it on the bitches

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Find me stuntin for the bitches

Lookin' at the bad bitches, smokin' on the best smoke

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here

The bitches on your label just gave you a raw deal