This is a song about "Hit that bitch and quit it"

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

A feminine bitch, life swung fists and hit you,

Its your hit, hey its your hit, man i wanna quit

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

And all that stress in the ghetto, it has you flexing the metal bitch,

You can't tell me shit

You and your bitch rock it,

My mom screamed at me so i sliced off her tits and said "listen bitch quit havin fits"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Get your bitch over her and believe that ill hit her,

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Maybe i should quit being romantic and just stick it in