This is a song about "B i m f crazy and you don t even know me"

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

And all women who had light features, see

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

You write a rap dissing me then it's graded with an f

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear