This is a song about "We are the bitches"

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

We got the lyrics, we get the dissing, 'n we killed them bitches

Put the purp in the blunt

We are on the fucking cusp

Coming underneath with ladders we are the attackers

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

We are leaving behind the presence of mind

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

The people that voted you are bitches your friends with.

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

A solution to the problems we are so burdened with

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

For we are awakening and learning the truth"

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

We are the chosen ones and it's time for our exodus/