This is a song about "Admit"

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

But i'm pissed about it more than i would like to admit

Not a diss randy you're the tits i'll admit

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Shit i'll admit that i'm ill

Lady at the frank stand will

I just keep feedin, em i must admit

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

I ain't scared to admit that shit

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Living out of a homeless shit

Ya love it gone admit it

I can always go home and look down my street

Must admit this a fucking, raw beat

Not afraid to admit to admit deficiencies

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees