This is a song about "Bitches aint shit"

Uhh these rappers aint shit now a days,

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

And this will be the song that we sing

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing

I aint lettin' you win with your shit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

On they twitter writing novels, see

Bitches aint cant get over me

And i aint plan this nigga i aint plan shit nigga

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

This shit aint for no business

Cause my thing something vicious

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Bitches on my lines i aint got no fucking time