This is a song about "Ain t my bitch"

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

For the outlawz, here we come

Now i was born by the river in a little tent

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe

This is everything that we call hype

Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.

High off life? my nigga not even

Bt i m sure dat my dick for u will be t pain

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Fuck kissing and hugging. they love pushing your buttons

Man but this ain't no sign language

Your main chick is now my bitch