This is a song about "Bitch keep my name outta ya grill"

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Ya you're right i’ll never forget your name

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

You've ran outta luck so don't get confused bitch

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

I'd rather sully my name, then to keep dulling the game

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

Mary j my bitch ya know, got the swisher burnin slow.

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

An alias for ya name

Your man wale in his own damn lane