This is a song about "Bit s"

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Murdering you, never hurt a bit

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

Tearing us apart bit by bit

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

S on my chest like a superman vest

Half your body laying on my chest

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

I don’t care where ya are

Bad, just like an 80's car