This is a song about "The bitches"

He make the bitches all marvel

Lady at the frank stand will

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

I really shouldn't be here now- i don't fuck the heathen bitches

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

While all the pretty bitches watch and stare

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Miss the risk of fishing digits off a bitches

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

What happened to the dreams of beaches with bitches?