This is a song about "Knock up bitches"

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

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

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Coming to your door, knock knock

You see him as a god

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Listen up bitches, do you need me to take it slow?

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

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

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune