This is a song about "All bitches"

No, not on top but down there

All these bitches stop and stare

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

And i be pokin' bitches all in the right spots

It doesn't matter if a rapper talks about all his bitches,

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

I remember shittin on all these bitches.

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

And i'll show you all type of bitches

Woooh, race my niggas, and i bet you never pass me like a free safety

Bitches talk, bitches hate,all that shit dont phase me, truth be told im to fucing lazy

I lead the city in requests, but don't do nothing

All these all-talk bitches lust for the title of king/