This is a song about "People that are bitches"

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I said hey, you right there

These kinda people are rare

Need i say more out in singapore

And these are the people that i write for/

The people that voted you are bitches your friends with.

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

They are inspirational and i wish i could get into music/ most bitches and hoes that enter/

People that are my enemies

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice