This is a song about "Bitches be tripping"

Feds on my ass niggas steady tripping

Straight g thing, double m g thing

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

And i be pokin' bitches all in the right spots

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

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

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

Punch lines i'm tapping bitches who only be dimes

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

When i tell them what i do, they say "you must be tripping,"

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Bitches will be bitches, they'll just cry in their kennel

Are the only thing i be dishing out to you bitches

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

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