This is a song about "Nasty ass bitch"

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

While you had to struggle ‘n kiss ass, and for what bitch?

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

I treat you like september and i'll make your ass fall bitch

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Cause you're most likely to crash

Stick to ma word, yo i'll smoke your bitch ass

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

This bitch ass cunt should just leave, he makes everything worse

Quick to burn yo bitch ass

No one-half and i hate math