This is a song about "Ain t got shit"

And went and got some new shit

Now you got me hopped up on that

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

I got a mixtape in hands, got plans to kill shit,

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Bitch i never fold when shit got bloody

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Mami... she open, she open

Oh shit, they aint got none

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Even though shit got intense

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree