This is a song about "Bitches ain t shit"

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

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Top dropped down, black on black

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

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

Woooh, race my niggas, and i bet you never pass me like a free safety

Bitches talk, bitches hate,all that shit dont phase me, truth be told im to fucing lazy

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit

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

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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