This is a song about "Niggas and bitches"

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Got 3 niggas to smoke with afterwards 4 bitches blow dick

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Niggas smokin paper and leaf

And ya'll don't know no beef

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

And a niggas want me back

Sneak up on attack