This is a song about "Bitches aint shit"

Bitches think im lying but the rap game, aint no joke.

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

And i aint plan this nigga i aint plan shit nigga

Our history that they stole, africa

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

I told you bitches thats how it is i aint no fag

Bitches on my lines i aint got no fucking time

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

But i aint giving no rides to bitches wearing blue garments

Aint gon repeat this shit

Or let the mob handle that