This is a song about "You could have my old bitch cause i don t fuck the same bitch"

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

I fuck the bitch you came with, and the people you stay with

I been in the zone like my whole life my new bitch your old wife

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life

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

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

How the fuck can you call this bitch a bloke

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Bitch i thought you knew that i didnt owe you, so suck my umbrella in this bitch