This is a song about "Mackin on the bitches"

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Bitches mad, was eating on they sofa

It go microphone check, one, two, yola

Kissed a few bitches on the lips, no insertion

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I remember shittin on all these bitches.

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

Thats my belief, and imma stick wit it like my semen when i hit it on the bitches

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit