This is a song about "Bitches running their mouth"

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

Their aint no running away from the light,

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

With those crazy ass people at the county building

Stop running your mouth and make your pen start sitting

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

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

All these bitches running at us just the same man

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Back when the mc's expressed their life and life's running struggles//

Bitches spittin their raps at me gingerly, smokin hickory, im a mystery,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Sweat from their pores, foam from the mouth and nose

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those