This is a song about "The bitch out"

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

I'm the prophecy ,your the bitch

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Oh how fast the mood switched and then find out she's a hood bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

For talking shit about the bitch

I never fucked that tight white bitch, because i found out that hoe was the snitch,

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

Tell that bitch hop out, walk the boulevard

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Where i stick my dick out and pork your bitch mouth/

Ten, ten, ten, twenties and the fifties bitch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message