This is a song about "Bitch rap"

But bitch i found color and i integrate it into every rap i write/

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

They vaguely decipher my language

Call me sire cos i'm a rap blessing bitch

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

And she stripping, go to college

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Rap like a robot? bitch they call me mechanic/

I praise the lord, but disagree with my life so i slice my wrist every night with my sword,

//btw there are barely any pauses in this rap so it will be a bitch to record!

No bitch ( carl c ) don't rap a dame

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Hahahahaha... oh crap, i split this bitch in half with one line in a rap,

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Your skills are as fucked a bitch,stop bleeding on rap pad

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack