This is a song about "Quit your bitching"

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

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

They tell quit your bitching and get back to the kitchen,

Let's enjoy our younger years

Dang ballerina, quit your twirls,

Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Go back to your roots and quit being a benevolent sexist

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Get back into the kitchen whore, you can quit your bitching or,

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Your slippers not there, its time to quit your booze

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Sit him on the floor, and if he get to bitching,

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning