This is a song about "Blah blah shit"

Thats stuck threw all the shit,

Well, i can handle that

Wondering shit, questioning shit

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Can’t you hear that

And drop the gossip shit,

All my niggas still drilling shit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I was on some tribal shit...

Now you got me hopped up on that

With all of this rap shit

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

I know what you do with that

There's rules to this shit

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot