This is a song about "That s my bitch"

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

But you my side chick, side dick, so i guess that makes you my bitch

I chill now, cop a lil' ice later

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

My bitch wanna spoon late in the afternoon, this bitch that i consumed,

Call that bitch a hen then i go about my business

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen