This is a song about "My bitches got bithces"

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

I run scandals with savages

I call all my bitches

I dont need bitches, bitches flock at my name

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

I got these niggas livin in nightmares and my bitches on speed dial

And maybe cupid won't miss

Dont got time for no bitches,

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

(i got that hot bitch in my home) you know how many hot bitches i own?