This is a song about "Long text about bitches"

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Songs all about bitches tits.

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Cuz they made the game about bitches n gold chains

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

Long days but longer nights, always arguing about nothing

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Long as these bitches love me

You don't worry about them bitches you just doing what they'd like too

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you