This is a song about "Your my bitch bc nobody wants your ass"

Got your bitch in my sheets

Little more weed, first class seats

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

I treat you like september and i'll make your ass fall bitch

Than it comes to my dick your bitch really wants more

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

You better go home with your weak ass moans, and bitch quit blushing,

Ho i kick it, i punt it like reggie roby or something

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

Feeling everyone has neglected you or nobody wants your attention even at the bar

So ho your ass will get smashed bitch

Yeah, we get this cabbage

See her man face-to-face through the glass

My man got a feel for your ass

Try being what someone wants you to be, messes with your psychiatry/

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see