This is a song about "Bitch aint no hoe been a friend of mine i aint goin broke better get a job"

I don’t care where ya are

I aint really a rapper

That's right i'm right bitch you better call yo self a friend/

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Cause there aint no one better

And that i spent the night with her

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Aint no mother fucking way you can get out of it now

If you aint down for your niggas, then you a real bitch.

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Yo hoe aint no good, her pussy is sloppy

Took the van, went snatch her

I guess i aint a soldier