This is a song about "Ya bitch"

Our children must be taught, of africa

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Bitch do ya feel me, motherfucker do you fear me?

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

I hope you don't see nothing wrong and darling

Ya bitch bopping topping slober knocking

They dyin to meet me...r.i.p ill be at ya graaaaave bitch,

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

No offense ya bitch taking balls to the face like bowling pins

Bitch i’m coming for ya.

But dont go in raw

Got ya bitch if she pitch ima hit dat nigga,

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

So if you didn't how i fuck ya bitch well your screwded tough luck ya bitch

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message