This is a song about "Cut the bullshit"

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

And i don't make no bed rock

So i told her thats wassup, then we chillin in the cut

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

I got some fire and shit

You're the boss of bullshit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Get the zippo and spark the shit

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

All the bullshit ive been having to deal with ive had it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

All the bullshit aside, homicide is a crime

Been a star since i was back in one time

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

Cut the fuckers up black or white