This is a song about "Mad bitches who are fake"

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

It says aeke is a mad fag-got, bitches

It's all good, finna dog that

Kid who always looks mad

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Bitches mad, was eating on they sofa

Where i from, it get cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

I fuck bitches and they don't have to fake it

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Of me winning with these mad bitches snitching.

This a different motor man better go to work

Right after i send these fake bitches to the underworld