This is a song about "We are the bitches"

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Coming underneath with ladders we are the attackers

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

We are leaving behind the presence of mind

I got three bad bitches, with some green we chillin on the scene,

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

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

Are the only thing i be dishing out to you bitches

You bitches are in the wrong time and wrong place

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

We are all just needles in the hay.