This is a song about "Mike is a bitch"

Life is a bitch, but when i write shit, life is my bitch

And these artists don't need me they already rich

There's a wussy bitch i know guess what his name is

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Your bitch is like a kiss from a rose on my tulips

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Of a beautiful, heaven sent, and because it is relevant, bitch.

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i think your sick

Yea im on the mike im on a hype you wna fight

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

Is gettin' lit up like mike jackson's hair hangin' off a christmas tree,

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

They like talking, its like gossip

Get your mitts up bitch, this is a stick up