This is a song about "Bit s"

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

Murdering you, never hurt a bit

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

If only i could go back into the 80’s

I say that the pool is closed

S queezys very bold

Imma rip u apart bit by bit,

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get