This is a song about "Bitches talk too much"

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Too much sex appealing.

And never should you tear

Too much money to care

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Bitches always talk thats a given

Ended up drinkin too much bacardi

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

You bitches just spit so much hate

I'm dreaming to be great

But i'm too clever too much better for them to compete

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Too much rim make the ride too hard

I know my calling's worth like phone card

I beat myself up too much

Its like my freestyle's cleavage