This is a song about "Nigga and bitches"

Of bad bitches and good tree

And losin all his money

Man, fuckin wit dis nigga get them bitches giddy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Fuck getting the digits, nigga im busting on these bitches

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

And that's jay line i had to quote that

And these bitches will never ever stop it

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

She suckin and swallow man bitches are hallow

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith