This is a song about "Bitchhs ain t shit"

And i know - there'll never be peace

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

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

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

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Its no secret that you seek dick, you go and choke on tic tac sized dicks,

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years