This is a song about "Cut the crap"

But i ain't get to see you today

Hard to shovel the cold crap out of the way

The third one is mixed, white and black

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Just look at all the crap i extinguished

It's all good, finna dog that

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Fresh out the cut without the surgery

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Despite you and all the crap you've done you ain't number one

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen