This is a song about "Freak my shit"

..bitch ima clean freak i dont mess around,

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Just thinking of the blood freak me out,

I try to be the guy, you think about

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

I'll just be talking shit about my own shit

I put some cash in ya pocket

It's not my fight nor my shit

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Throwing super heat, my girls a super freak,

And now the present got you struggling

My shit, i know u loving