This is a song about "Suicide and bad bitches"

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tony

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Of bad bitches and good tree

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

But suicide is fucked up and there's people that will miss you/

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Since then all that bad bitches wanna blow me

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

I became the expert on suicide and how to cope,

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Discussin bad bitches and the wish for bare thighs