This is a song about "You love the bitches"

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

Than i drop the fucker and leave you broke ass bitches,

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

The people that voted you are bitches your friends with.

Aight santana man...let's do this

And if you looka all the bitches...

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

You tried fight the trouble but despite the hurdle, you died to a psycho's love...

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Long as these bitches love me

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

And i'll be rich if i get another diss