This is a song about "Two bitches in the back"

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I got two bitches my life,

See, it's something about commitment though

Make all the bitches fiend, how to live in the ghetto,

Not even two years later i was back on the scene

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Walking down the street, it's two in the morning,

Cut me off every time im talking

Your flow is more fucked than the bitches in my bronco

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Attack raps with the knife in the back

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And i be pokin' bitches all in the right spots

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

It takes back to the year of two thousand and nine