This is a song about "Bitches like braden"

Like you bitches walking 'round actin' snotty

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

You other bitches is fake, just like baloney,

So i gotta spit to this

Like i been slapping bitches,

Your bitch just ain't full of you, she just might be a dyke

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

I use bitches like fucking dirty rags

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

I like my bitches good at math

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,