This is a song about "Bitches ain t shit"

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

So smack this bitches with your fist, oh sorry your dead !!! okay leave me for that shit

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Fuck kissing and hugging. they love pushing your buttons

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

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

That's another topic, we should start a project

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

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

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground