This is a song about "Texting bitch"

Hopin' that my niggas see

Because bitch honestly

I put the nigga in his casket

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Trip, and then you never snitch

And my life's like a bitch,

Texting my mama current self

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

The real muscle in the message of that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

They vaguely decipher my language

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Never agree with that message

A dark room, *stop flapping bitch*