This is a song about "Back on my new shit"

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Keep getting knocked down, back on my ass

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

My rhymes aren't prehistoric cause i'm the new kid on the block

Matta fact, sitting back on my mammas time

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

In the midst of a fire pit

I'm on my figure 8 shit

Cause i’m back on my grind

This is to my unborn child

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

"it's great, man i'm honest, now go listen to my new shit",

Put that shit back on my shelf, started up dumb it down,

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around