This is a song about "Bi t c h"

But i ain't bi-polar!

That damier bag i bought her

L y r i to the c

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

If she acting wrong , young h give her act right

It was plain to c she gave birth to a c-u-n-t

But got comma’s in my statement

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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

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

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

And all anyone cares about is the c