This is a song about "Partying with bitches"

Ight, im done with disses, back to bitches

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Stroke my peen, splashing shit, over bitches assets with,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

They can’t stop us from partying oh yea.

I was gonna write you a poem today

Catch bitches like i'm fishin with a fuckin brass pole

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Thats when it occured he didnt have to put up with bitches

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

And i be talking about me, i do this