This is a song about "They bitches"

Ali shaheed muhammad q-tip i'm trynna follow

I'm past go; bitches is stripping letting they ass show

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Now bitches hug me tight like seat belts when they fastened

Bitches suck me up like they just blazed it

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Bitches might burn you; they runnin' with that clap too

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

They say you're all obedient and you're all just bitches,

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