This is a song about "Nigga got ugly thots"

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

And tell the ugly ones, i'm sorry, i've got cheddar to make

Got ya bitch if she pitch ima hit dat nigga,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

That we can't forget the past

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

No receipt nigga i got that

When that money calls i holla back

I was born to do the damn thing

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

Telling themselves they ugly

I came up hungry

Part two and it only gets more ugly,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three