This is a song about "Sneaky bitches"

It’s official, she my misses

Im avoiding wack bitches

Stay bitches, yeah low in your caves bitches

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

Dont got time for no bitches,

My ysl lenses, my infrared sixes

But i'm still fuckin these bitches,

Bring the battering ram where you live

A sneaky narcotism snuck in and got in her

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

He can be sneaky like an assassain or walk in to holiday inn

You ain’t never been higher than this

But when it comes to bitches,