This is a song about "Bitchhs ain t shit"

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

So while the world goes drake crazy

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

Walk into my great place, cozy

At the same damn time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.