This is a song about "Yall bitches mad"

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

Fat bitches be mad cause i told em they should be watchin they figure

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

But he don't rule a thing

So yall people best be leaving

Little did i know that life is not just about bad bitches, mad riches, got stitches

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Bitches mad, was eating on they sofa

I try to tell them i'm one of the

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Yall act like yall can't see my my talent, i got skepticism

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Niggas with these bombs that yall think yall got

With those crazy ass people at the county building

Of me winning with these mad bitches snitching.