This is a song about "Bongs and bitches"

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

And if you looka all the bitches...

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Years back you believed that the world was fair

While all the pretty bitches watch and stare