This is a song about "Bitches be trippen"

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Stay bitches, yeah low in your caves bitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Are the only thing i be dishing out to you bitches

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

You don't know what it feels like to be black cause bitches don't care,

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

(what about her son?) c'mon that bitches mistake must too, be undone/

Gettin' spiffy for these bitches i be eyeing

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter

But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

These basic bitches say they hate me but they be singing my song.

Them boys be talking ’bout their bitches

Babe you know it gets no better than this