This is a song about "Thicker bitches"

Take her back to where i live

'specially when i fuck bitches

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

Who buzz bully you bitches

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

And i should've known to have a thicker crust

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Im tired of these bitches

Sicker and quicker and thicker are deing of the fixable issues

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

I just wanna be higher than that