This is a song about "Bitches be trippen"

So it's nothing to finish

I call all my bitches

All my bitches be foreign

And i am one of one

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

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Are the only thing i be dishing out to you bitches

Or you'll be useless like my bitches.

Mind your motherfucking business

I would say this bitches name but than i would be a snitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

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

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

I wanna fuck the bitches i never could, i just wanna be a rapper,