This is a song about "Freash shit"

The dead society of a poet

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

Look inside my closet

Not basic i change shit

You treated me like shit

I know what you do with that

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

One night love: i'mma need that

I was on some tribal shit...

I put some cash in ya pocket

Thats stuck threw all the shit,

And you all will respect that

All this medication doesn't help shit,

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket