This is a song about "Bitches at la"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

My bitches like to cut the dope, and bag it for a dime and at the same time

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

All these bitches running at us just the same man

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

I fathered the game, feel like i'm watching my sons floss

I've got these stupid bitches tied up at the mirage,

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

You get bitched at by bitches thinking that they know what you do