This is a song about "Ain t my bitch"

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

For the outlawz, here we come

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

Your main chick is now my bitch

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

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

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

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

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

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens