This is a song about "Freash shit"

You don't mean that, you faggot

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

Razor grips, laser spit

Give me it holy shit

All my niggas still drilling shit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

You, you, you have to pay for that

With all of this rap shit

One night love: i'mma need that

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

There's rules to this shit

The dead society of a poet