This is a song about "White bitches"

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Im tired of these bitches

Broke and no one notices

Get money then bitches

I got that powder, i got that white

But there's nothing else inside

My ysl lenses, my infrared sixes

Flexin on these bitches

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Amazing that i bring you to tears. yeah i'm white but my bitches are bad,

Killa never let the drama slide

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white

Oh its over whole time she knows this

'specially when i fuck bitches

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Face white as frank white, y'all ready to die yet?