This is a song about "Bitch s"

I mean of course just the same old

S queezys very bold

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still