This is a song about "Bitches ain t shit"

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

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

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

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

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

That's another topic, we should start a project

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

I ain't into that trick shit, those bitches and those gucci belts?

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Those bitches can burn in hell and contemplate satans shit

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

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

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme