This is a song about "Dell is a bitch"

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Get your mitts up bitch, this is a stick up

There's a wussy bitch i know guess what his name is

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Get a gold or two bitch, this shit is textbook

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Life is a bitch, but when i write shit, life is my bitch

Yo bitch is so ugly, with makeup she a five

Dippers and pipers, it's sad shawty, but this is life

Of a beautiful, heaven sent, and because it is relevant, bitch.

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Your bitch is like a kiss from a rose on my tulips