This is a song about "Bitches a"

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

When my competition ain't much

Bitches pay for a photo,spit fire, komoto

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Bitches lining up lines snortin like its a banquet, so high bitches leaving me babies in baskets,

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Give a fuck you bitches.

And you ride with this

Now i'm trapped in a gap like a bitches cleavage,

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

It says aeke is a mad fag-got, bitches

On the bible you can run

Bitches always talk thats a given