This is a song about "Bitches and lawyers"

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

And i'll show you all type of bitches

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Imma destoy ya, already looking for lawyers

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

And these bitches will never ever stop it

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Attorneys ‘n lawyers could be just as brutal