This is a song about "Gettin bitches"

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

These bitches gettin' shady, tryna' catch me up on purpose

Gettin caught by the cop

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Days were gettin colder

Took the van, went snatch her

And we gettin' money, over here,

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

Lets come up to my city

Haters gettin shitty

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

The real reason, it's gettin hazy