This is a song about "Aint shit"

Bought it? hell nah i aint got shit

I put some cash in ya pocket

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Justins back and he aint leaving, shit happens but no more grieving

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Blind in the ditch, this aint a hair salon? oh shit

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

But there aint shit to do

Look, ambition will define you

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

I aint gonna take ya #shit, #human #centipede.

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

But i aint never with that female shit

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

But dat shit aint true, i love a rainy day.