This is a song about "Bit"

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Yo 4-bit, yeah i called you 4-bit look at me i'm 8-bit

I put the nigga in his casket

Murdering you, never hurt a bit

Trash your shit with classic spit human turantula he has been bit

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

My raps are a bit continuous.

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

So i pull the plug before it runs another bit

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Lets get a bit indigo here

Wrong drink, the right work

My brain is a bit scattered.