This is a song about "How i fuck their bitches"

I could never fuck with spilling their blood into buckets,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Top dropped down, black on black

Fuck, i don't know just how to rap

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

I fuck bitches and they don't have to fake it

Bitches will be bitches, they'll just cry in their kennel

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

It's a beautiful bliss

Give a fuck you bitches.

I ask him how the bad bitches

As often, i do this

I wanna fuck the bitches i never could, i just wanna be a rapper,

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Them boys be talking ’bout their bitches

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live