This is a song about "Bitches stabbing me in the back"

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

Aint no fucking way the stop me now bitches,

Suddenly a flashback hit me in the back shit,

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Death in the eyes and took off his mask just to find my face staring back me.

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Stabbing and gashing at me, thrashing my arms and motherfucken knees

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Bitches lining up lines snortin like its a banquet, so high bitches leaving me babies in baskets,

It gettin chilly back in philly so i grabbed me the gin/

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Savage, a placid assassin stabbing your back with a jagged pole

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

Find me stuntin for the bitches