This is a song about "Bitches think shit sweet"

And dissin' the bitches, cause ya missed the cat's shit.

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Think im sweet then try your luck

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Aw that’s sweet, but last time i listened to that shit you shoved a knife in me.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

I drop shit that sweet enough to murder diabetics and make your candy rot

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

You think you can rap about killing these bitches

Bitches see me and think its so surreal

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Bitches think im lying but the rap game, aint no joke.