This is a song about "Francis is a bitch"

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

I'm on a death row,so death is a bitch i know

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

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

Get your mitts up bitch, this is a stick up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

My new bitch is now a model

She grabs the yellow bottle

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

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Bitch jealousy is a disease and its infectious

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love