This is a song about "Bullshit"

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Thats taste like all of you phoney lies and bullshit

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

Enough that weak bullshit,

Lease on the whip

A legend have to bow, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

They say it's cured by patience, well that's some bullshit

Now lets get to the real bullshit

You just do your thing chick

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Your bullshit come off of that