This is a song about "Stressing over bitches"

A life where we don't need no welfare

Over here, money over there

I call all my bitches

So it's nothing to finish

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

No doubt, this is gonna better, still some stressing

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Messing with the blessing of balls and malls are stressing

Take her back to where i live

Like i been slapping bitches,

Been running around trying find a job

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

It's over, it's over, it's all over.

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Give me 2 bitches white bitches preferably