This is a song about "Kicking bitches out"

But you see, asses to me are just for kicking

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I only fuck bitches who bust out of tube tops

Are the only thing i be dishing out to you bitches

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

I don't care any more about spelling i care about ass kicking

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

M rhymes out here and ill leave these wack bitches burnt like toast

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Sayin shit, knocking bitches out with super saiyan fists

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

You bitches wanna start shit? i'm out this world like clone wars,

So watch out for the stoned bitches armada.

Lucky seven probably poppa