This is a song about "Bitches and their drama"

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And their mothers and fathers

Let me see bitches jumping of their seats

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Shows to do, got record to sell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Makes bitches in threes all drop to their knees

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

But you hate them navel kisses

And i'll show you all type of bitches

Bring that dude to life day, he wasn't at the meeting

My life is stuffed with drama, arguements and screaming