This is a song about "These bitches ain t shit"

Now this shit is turning to a habit

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

These dog bitches hungry

Fuck getting the digits, nigga im busting on these bitches

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

All these bitches stop and stare

Throw your money in the air

Long as these bitches love me

I swear they think i'm crazy

Take her back to where i live

No apologies for these bitches

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

I make these bitches disperse

I remember shittin on all these bitches.

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss