This is a song about "Bitches and stiches"

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Of bad bitches and good tree

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

Than i drop the fucker and leave you broke ass bitches,

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

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

And bad bitches give me head and tell

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

I'll take there homies,family and bitches