This is a song about "Miami bitches"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

Get money then bitches

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

Stay bitches, yeah low in your caves bitches

That shoebox shit, over with

Yeah, there is no cage bitches

My dick, stupid bitches

2dopeboyz i know you like this

I call all my bitches

How can i portray this

You can call me the daddy of miami

Look it something they can't ever see

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

About new orleans, atlanta, miami, or the birmingham,