This is a song about "Oliver is a bitch"

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Yo my bitch is a good girl, she makes no mistakes

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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

My bitch is great, had a dinner date with william gates

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves