This is a song about "Grandsons are bitches"

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

The people that voted you are bitches your friends with.

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

Your bars are bleeding like a bitches period leak

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Bitches are only problems, no answer to these equations.

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

They are inspirational and i wish i could get into music/ most bitches and hoes that enter/

Move like i’m walking with an open case

You bitches are in the wrong time and wrong place

And you ride with this

I call all my bitches

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot