Man, I been did that, man, I been popped off And if she ain't trying to give it then she get dropped off Let me bust that U-ie, bitch bust that open Might spend a couple thou' just to bust that open Rip it off no joking, like your name Hulk Hogan Nigga's move weight and sell but live in Hoboken Bitch I spit that crack, like I'm in that trap So if you need a hit then I'm with that bat I suggest adding fresh fruits and vegetables to the diet to regularize her bowel movements.Bitches ain't shit and they ain't say nothing A hundred motherfuckers can't tell me nothing A beez in the trap, bee beez in the trap A beez in the trap, bee beez in the trap However, I am more suspicious of the biscuits she seems to be consuming in large quantities, which may be the cause of her aforementioned anal insufficiency. This might be linked to her kidney issues (which may have been brought on by peer pressure, urging her to insert an unnamed object into them: "Okay now Nicki, Nicki, Nicki, put it in your kidney"). Particularly disturbing are Minaj's fecal issues and her lack of control of her sphincter: "I don't know man, I'm shittin' on your whole life". Minaj's has suffered severe hearing loss in the 100-2000 Hertz range. This is then reinforced in the lines, "Bitches ain't shit and they ain’t saying nothin’, A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin’", clearly indicating Ms. The great tragedies the artist has been exposed to are evident, such as the great migration of 1997 to Hoboken ("Niggas move weight in the South but live in Hoboken"), or the overall decline in hearing capacity of today's youth due to loud club music which damages their cochlea: "Damn, damn what they say about me?" she asks, repeating twice. Minaj is paying homage to Shakespeare by alluring to his immortal line, "to beez or not to beez". My InterpretationThis is truly a deep song by a great, great artist. It's Queens, Brooklyn, and yeah, they wildin' It's Delaware, Connecticut, it's New Jersey got hella bricks I'm a Detroit Player, man it's North-South Cack It's that New Orleans, it's LA or The Bay Then I'm up in Chi-town or Miami shuttin' it down I don't know man, I'm shittin' on your whole life I don't know man, fuck is on your biscuit Got a private home, started from them public houses Got my top back so you can see what I been thinkin'Īnd if you know me then you know I've been thinking Franklin Got your girl on Molly and we smokin' loud and drinkin' I don't smoke no Bobby, but my denim be from Ricky If I weren't pimpin' I'd be gettin' it, period Got a new LS 450, ain't no keys in this do-hicky Okay now Nicki, Nicki, Nicki, put it in your kidney So if you need a hit then I'm with that bat Niggas move weight in the South but live in Hobokenīitch, I spit that crack, like I'm in that trap Might spend a couple thou' just to bust that open Let me bust that U-ie, bitch bust that open Man, I been did that, man, I been popped offĪnd if she ain't trying to give it up she get dropped off Bitches ain't shit and they ain't saying nothingĪ hundred mothafuckas can't tell me nothingīitches ain't shit and they ain't saying nothin'Ī hundred mothafuckas can't tell me nothin'
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