This is a song about "You must be a bitch"

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

I know i can be a bitch, but i do love you

Your that shit you must be under a curse, so feminine youd probably suit a purse

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

You must be fuckin delirious

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Opera man, you must be a phantom, 'cause i can't find any talent in your lines.

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Me a hooker? you must be crying cause you're dying. getting all slutty?

And this will be the song that we sing

That shits yours? you must be fooling

That shit must be a dj thing

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing