This is a song about "Bitches ain t shit"

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

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

Now i was born by the river in a little tent

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Those bitches can burn in hell and contemplate satans shit

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

This shit is sick, its chill n' quick the bitches stay hatin'

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Stroke my peen, splashing shit, over bitches assets with,