This is a song about "People that are bitches"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Of people that are smaller than him, under him, but a great nation,

And these people are signs, that it's not over/

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

People around are doing their work

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Other people are wringin their hands

People that are my enemies

As much as i wanna leave

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

The people that voted you are bitches your friends with.