This is a song about "Bitches n wead"

I call all my bitches

It's a beautiful bliss

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

We got the lyrics, we get the dissing, 'n we killed them bitches

My hopes and all my wishes

'specially when i fuck bitches

Im tired of these bitches

Let me cash you out , here hold this

Bonin' bitches; coerce, eatin' wet pussy surf n' turf

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

2dopeboyz i know you like this

My dick, stupid bitches