This is a song about "Bitches be trippen"

I really shouldn't be here now- i don't fuck the heathen bitches

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

I hope we both do learn from this

Them boys be talking ’bout their bitches

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Bitches talk, bitches hate,all that shit dont phase me, truth be told im to fucing lazy

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,

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

And i be pokin' bitches all in the right spots

Put the top down\ i get around\ crank a sound\ bitches be clowning

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Are the only thing i be dishing out to you bitches

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give