This is a song about "Frogs and bitches"

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Can barely walk the city streets

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

How i do itthinkin' i'm new to this