This is a song about "Fucking bitches up"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Im dressed up like fucking santa

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Bitches lining up lines snortin like its a banquet, so high bitches leaving me babies in baskets,

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Gluteus is in the air make sure that bitches ass is up

Making bitches fall on my way up

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Mr. absoulute the most incredible at this

Like this is how i'll cut your face up bitches