This is a song about "Collins bitch ass"

No one-half and i hate math

Quick to burn yo bitch ass

While yo bitch ass caught up in the bar

See, i like the person that you are

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Poundin a bitch with a big ass,

So your bitch ass bout to get bagged

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

So ho your ass will get smashed bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

I treat you like september and i'll make your ass fall bitch

If you ain't got no ass bitch wear a poncho

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow