This is a song about "Ain t got shit"

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

But five years from now i bet she see

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Behold, got shit even paramore can't decode/

But then shit got worse i got colder never cried

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

Went out and had a church of kids

I'm the shit like i got the shits

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

The door crack, niggas all black