This is a song about "Bitches ain t shit"

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

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

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

God mc oh my god you gotta see

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

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

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest