This is a song about "Bitch no"

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Pocket racked up all big faces

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Bitch im worldwide no part time

If i had on 'bama line

No bitch teach me to critique quick

If his bitch insist on getting sick

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

But out in the streets, i aint no bitch

That will be enough

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Rollin' down the four o five

Bitch no one believes your fake ass lies

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

If you ain't got no ass bitch wear a poncho