This is a song about "Bitches be trippin"

This is to my unborn child

Bitches be on my mind

One day i'll be convicted but for now i fuck these bitches

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

And from there on they be trippin'

Girl listen, trying to position

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Punch lines i'm tapping bitches who only be dimes

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

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

Flyer than the rest of them

All my bitches be foreign

All my other people that dance around

Roslanskeet trippin when i get down,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

And i be pokin' bitches all in the right spots