This is a song about "You bitched it"

It hurts you, but it feels pain too.

And word i blew off herb i grew

This is fine dine take out

Make all the bitched shout

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Now easy does it, you can't do it like deezy duz it,

Lemme tell you that you can keep it

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

You wake up and you cant believe it

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

You better believe it

I put some cash in ya pocket

Dont let it effect you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

You thought you got it made

Sippin' bitches what lemonade