This is a song about "Bitches ain t shit"

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Those bitches can burn in hell and contemplate satans shit

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

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

Bitches talkin shit can't hear em from the sky

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

And dissin' the bitches, cause ya missed the cat's shit.

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot