This is a song about "Knock up bitches"

So good bitches come up on a every day basis

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

All these bitches ugly, call them girls up

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Gluteus is in the air make sure that bitches ass is up

Thats when it occured he didnt have to put up with bitches

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Bitches lining up lines snortin like its a banquet, so high bitches leaving me babies in baskets,

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I chew all you bitches up like a now and later