This is a song about "Frogs and bitches"

Bitches bitch, bicker and fit, gettin no dick

But it seems like a scene outta flick

And i'll show you all type of bitches

Aight santana man...let's do this

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

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

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

And these bitches will never ever stop it

And bitches ain't compatible matter fact they impractical

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

I'm ballin you niggas is arliss so watch this