This is a song about "Got your bitch on my sick"

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Vision, im so sick, got you hoes on my dick, if this weren't a battle i'd beat you

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i think your sick

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

I got your bitch on my dick, i'll go and tease her.

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Bitch you aint on ma level your below my belt

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

My tracks stuck on replay, your button got dust on it

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Your mother and my nine, got the bitch praying for her time

I've got my foot on your shoulder

Said when i do dirt wit her