This is a song about "These bitches blownin my phone up puthem on read"

Making bitches fall on my way up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

I got these niggas livin in nightmares and my bitches on speed dial

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

These bitches gettin' shady, tryna' catch me up on purpose

My word are weapons, i knocked em out, i set these bitches on fire/

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Know that im thuggin these bitches all on my balls

I remember shittin on all these bitches.

The tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't shit this

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

On my phone miss havin you around

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,