This is a song about "Thirsty pitches"

Breaking mine....niggaz thirsty so they wait in line

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

Niggas die over shoes

Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose

Thirsty for what you'll never even get to see.

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

I'm not going to swing at your weak-ass pitches

Your lookin thirsty, your acting like you actually spat some rap towards me,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And controversy as hungry as your bitch thirsty

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

So all i gotta say is to the thirsty bitches,

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Hungry, thirsty, d'evils got me slingin' rock, sellin' pies,