This is a song about "Bi t c h"

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

And all anyone cares about is the c

Got in more trouble as i got up that age

I'm a g; like the letter before h

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

But i ain't bi-polar!

Took the van, went snatch her

Get that h-i cus c simeon got risin stock/

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Shout out donny sublime

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

My name is little c

Hey, must be the money