This is a song about "Freak my shit"

I'mma sign that work and release that

I'll just be talking shit about my own shit

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Your playing my shit on repeat

Switch swag on you little dick fags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Chyper shit,your brain wire it,to like my shit,

It's not my fight nor my shit

With g's in my pocket

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Throwing super heat, my girls a super freak,

All my niggas still drilling shit

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target