This is a song about "Ain t my bitch"

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

I'm about to snap

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

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

Atl was tipping them

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Yeah, we get this cabbage

My motto is: chicago, bitch

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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