This is a song about "Knock up bitches"

Til next time bitches peace. (throws up deuces) (and exits room)

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

No ho, acquainted with the floor

I'll come up on yo porch, knock on your door

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

And it’s the hard knock life, but still we keep our head up

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

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