This is a song about "Celtic are shit"

My blunts are pearled like i pulled from a clam and shit

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Cause i hate fakes, y'all are raping this motherfucking hip hop shit

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Wait a minute holy shit are you capital j?

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Shit, my raps cut so deep my lyrics are straight razors,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

I'm readin your shit d, and rhymes are real hard to find

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

Pissed that my battles are full of real shit

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Because all these raps are as real as shit,

I put some cash in ya pocket

Stop this shit, not because you are a cheater everybody should be

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy