This is a song about "Chicken shit on my trucky"

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

That's because i'm eighteen shit say i'm on my adult age

Shit... turd flow- each bar's on my cess pit checklist

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

I can't write when there's shit on my desk

My city's culture to the game now in existence

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

On another level shit, elevator to my mind

For the shit i signed my name on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Baby im on my other shit,