This is a song about "Knock up bitches"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I chew all you bitches up like a now and later

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Im twisting bitches up like they handlebars

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I've got these stupid bitches tied up at the mirage,

My rap dichotomy sums up your binges, lucked up you bitches,

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

My bitches had a bad day twerk it up

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what