This is a song about "Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks"

You bitches ain't nothing but shit that's in my toilet

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

But there aint shit to do

Want to let you know i love you

Then some lady named billie holiday

But dat shit aint true, i love a rainy day.

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit

Wakin up with a crooked smile but aint shit outchea funny

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Justins back and he aint leaving, shit happens but no more grieving

Aint to proud tp beg but please stay off my shit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that