This is a song about "Fcuked up shit"

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

Shit, c'mon man, shit ain't addin' up right

To stir it up like a spoon in a cauldron of shit

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

With all that infinite wisdom, can't you come up with better shit.

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

You just bring up shit randomly

God mc oh my god you gotta see

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

You a retarded ginger piss me off ill fuck up your shit

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit