This is a song about "Bitches aint sheet"

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

If you think you can meet me without a cheat sheet,

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Hiding behind a sheet like i ghost wrote

From the back seat, back seat

See, if he read this sheet,

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

You don't wanna be put on my rap sheet.

Bitches aint cant get over me

Chillin' with homies and family

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Nonstop rapping, yo girl tapping me, wrapping me up like a package packing sheet

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

With a chi chi,i got lifes cheat sheet,so beep beep get the fuck out my lane