This is a song about "Bitches be tripping"

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

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

Bitches be on my mind

Good help is hard to find

All my bitches be foreign

See, i'm second to no one

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

But don't just pay attention to 'em, all of 'em are tripping,

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

Punch lines i'm tapping bitches who only be dimes

Don't want to be the king

Guess that's why it's called tripping

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

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