This is a song about "Bitches be trippin"

You know that love is a very serious thing

Gettin' spiffy for these bitches i be eyeing

Well wishes to my opposition

And from there on they be trippin'

Bitches be on my mind

Should be harder to find

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

All my bitches be foreign

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

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

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

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