This is a song about "I drip on your bitch"

Bitch i slice your biscuit

I got some fire and shit

I spit rhymes so profound it make your clit drip

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

Got four underneath the old-school as well

Bitch i just wanna remember your smell

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

I couldn't and would never let you on a track bitch,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Your talents weak, bitch i aint oblique

Get your seat belt on bitch, we're doing this my way

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

Bitch you aint on ma level your below my belt

That i can't win, so i'm invitin' some help

Got tired of running from the police

Im your master bitch best get on your knees