This is a song about "Weed and bad bitches"

I ask him how the bad bitches

And you niggas will acknowledge this

See, it's something about commitment though

Three bad bitches in a row like tic tac toe

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

All them bad bitches tryna look so tough

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Sometimes i think, what i need

Put up and smoke that weed,

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Chillin in da park wit bad bitches in my sight

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night