This is a song about "Freak my shit"

Listen, this is my shit. and while i buy shit

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

I'm on my figure 8 shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

I'll just be talking shit about my own shit

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

All my women fly as shit,

All my niggas still drilling shit

I'mma sign that work and release that

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Just thinking of the blood freak me out,

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Know it good when she go no hands

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

Alright that shit i know was weak, but by the end of the week, youll become a freak,