This is a song about "The bitches"

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

That's the main reason why you nigga's need to handle ya bitches

I get all of the bitches all of the bitches he get none

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

I put these bitches to the test

So cool the bitches, they scatter

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

I ask him how the bad bitches

Cuz ignorance is bliss

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

Than i drop the fucker and leave you broke ass bitches,

I really shouldn't be here now- i don't fuck the heathen bitches

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this