This is a song about "Bitches in a club"

They vaguely decipher my language

Now i'm trapped in a gap like a bitches cleavage,

Leave ya bitches so scared like a kid lost in a superstore

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Lets come up to my city

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

My direction good, well-rounded type

Say ohhh, if you in the club tonight

Party in your head there a club in your dread

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Stay bitches, yeah low in your caves bitches

They for grossing a bigger business