This is a song about "Living with bitches"

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

You're all too concerned with the human you're living

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Wishing that your life will end but with life you just living

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

For setting up traps

Detest living with no plans

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Whip bitches with greek tar.

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts