This is a song about "Bitches turning up"

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin a fan

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Shit, i watched you rise up and rip bitches to bits

The tables are turned i can't take this

Like this is how i'll cut your face up bitches

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

These bitches gettin' shady, tryna' catch me up on purpose

Listen up bitches, do you need me to take it slow?

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

I chew all you bitches up like a now and later

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper