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

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Well i dont give a fuck which bitch you flick bics with

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Rapping the old way i wish we could

From hollywood to the hood

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

Bitch i got extras of supernumeraries, line after line features the exact same rhyme,

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

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Shut the fuck up bitch! you just got served!

We left em a world that's cursed

All you rappers sound the same its gettin pretty old

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold