This is a song about "Bitches and shit"

You just working with the scraps you was given

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

And dissin' the bitches, cause ya missed the cat's shit.

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

Shit, i watched you rise up and rip bitches to bits

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

Bitches talkin shit can't hear em from the sky

Bitches love that shit more than candy

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free