This is a song about "The bitches"

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

So cool the bitches, they scatter

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Took me a while just to write those

The they know how it is from riches to rags (bitches)

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Teach him dt fucks all the bitches

And maybe cupid won't miss

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Are the only thing i be dishing out to you bitches

While all the pretty bitches watch and stare

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Flyer them the rest i told you i'm ish