This is a song about "Bitches who ain t shit"

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

So why waste time on bitches who don't give a damn

Wait fuck it who gives a shit

Razor grips, laser spit

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

To and who would sit ‘n listen shit?

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit

Try to walk away from this relationship with bitches who

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue