This is a song about "Tristan leopold s bitch ass"

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

I treat you like september and i'll make your ass fall bitch

Stick to ma word, yo i'll smoke your bitch ass

Rolling while im blowing this stash

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

Unlike your bitch ass, leave you with whip lash

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,

Bitch no one believes your fake ass lies

I used to have a nine to five