This is a song about "Vlone bitches fuck designer guns bands"

I fuck bitches and they don't have to fake it

Every day was a saturday, shit

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

We getting money, you can face the facts

Where the fuck did all these bitches come from,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Waitress break dishes, fuck bitches, trying to break my ambitions,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

I got more riches than you fuck more bitches than you