This is a song about "Stressing over bitches"

Give me 2 bitches white bitches preferably

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Messing with the blessing of balls and malls are stressing

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

My hopes and all my wishes

Like i been slapping bitches,

Red rover, range rover send them bitches right over

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I can smell it when i go outside

Over and over again tried

It’s official, she my misses

Get money then bitches

No doubt, this is gonna better, still some stressing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring