This is a song about "Niggas and bitches"

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Tryna kill my dreams

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

And if you looka all the bitches...

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

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

And she throws up whatever she eats

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Of bad bitches and good tree

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

Who know this be the life that i really live

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience