This is a song about "Pussy hoes bitches"

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Bonin' bitches; coerce, eatin' wet pussy surf n' turf

I am olubowale, the answer to this

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

You claim to have all these hoes but yuh ain't got no bitches.

Nowadays it’s about bitches and hoes and riches and dough,

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I love corpses, abortion, distortion, bitches who pussy all contorted

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

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

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows