This is a song about "A bitcg"

You wonda why they call u bitch

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

Spit a poem or a diss

Shopping i’ll be in paris

Nobody ain't own us yet

Just a warning not a threat

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

And that i spent the night with her

I'm a sinner. i'm a churchgoer.

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

You're a disaster a sham,