This is a song about "Bitch mat"

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Razor grips, laser spit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

With g's in my pocket

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

They vaguely decipher my language

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Consequences hurt and karma's a bitch

I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundry mat, i got your back

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,