This is a song about "Bitches ain t shit"

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

I don't remember shit but the bitches i was with

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

You bitches ain't nothing but shit that's in my toilet

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

Bitches talkin shit can't hear em from the sky

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

I look all around me, you bitches ain't assessing this shit

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Got one good tip: bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks