This is a song about "They me bitching"

#slit eyes, #bit you guys, bitching cries,

Right flows down and they might go nice

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

They get no cuddle from me

They get no love from me

Plottin' don’t even worry

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

They all look crippled behind me

Her hair, now she bitching, calling me a bitch and

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

Want to have a go at someone who won't quit bitching

With those crazy ass people at the county building

Teachers stay bitching, cause i stay skipping

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

They acting like they know me

All i want is you baby