This is a song about "Die bitch ass"

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Gotta big bitch, ass out

Fucking bitch with big ass

So chase the air hide your stash

.............thought so bitch ass nigga,

My all gold rolly or the

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Poundin a bitch with a big ass,

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,

Saying my song is ass lemme see you try bitch

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Beat her ass on the weigh in, bitch already dead