This is a song about "Quit your bitchin"

I got your mom yellin,"why you hit it and quit it,"

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Kid you're 13 quit your dreams put on the breaks

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Of your never gonna make it you should just quit

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

I flit words in the speed of light, your raps ain't tight so quit rapping tonight

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

You quit your job, you look lost i think your losing the plot

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Bitchin at me like your goin through menopause,