This is a song about "Partying with bitches"

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

See you was there every year when i needed you

Bitches might burn you; they runnin' with that clap too

Afer a match with me bitches come out handicap,

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

And all you half cock bitches ganna deal with it,

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

What happened to the dreams of beaches with bitches?

Sayin shit, knocking bitches out with super saiyan fists

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Try to walk away from this relationship with bitches who

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Chances of you recovering from these stitches is like snoop dogg with no bitches