This is a song about "Fucking bitches up"

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

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

Thats when it occured he didnt have to put up with bitches

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

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

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

All these bitches ugly, call them girls up

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Im dressed up like fucking santa

My all gold rolly or the

Im twisting bitches up like they handlebars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,