This is a song about "Bitchs ain t shit"

Something wicked this way come

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate