This is a song about "Bitches and hot cakes"

I know what you do with that

And that was hot for, hmm a minute

Of bad bitches and good tree

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

I'm the fine line between that lukewarm and hot,

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

Bitches say i'm too hot, livin' the life of biggie and 2pac

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

Go! you free to go about your business

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

Pattying cakes with her son and he looks like he's glad