This is a song about "Migos and bitches"

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Than i drop the fucker and leave you broke ass bitches,

Shows to do, got record to sell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

All these bitches stop and stare

Uppity bitches, handling business

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

Mind your motherfucking business

And i'll show you all type of bitches

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

And all that deep shit i was previously down for