This is a song about "Fuck ur shit"

Im killing multi syllables u little dudes dont know what the fuck ur listening

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

Feelin like fuck this, rappin this sus shit

Double m-g not to mention we got that

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Fuck, fuck, fuck. out of luck, i'm stuck. shit, shit, shit. i quit, a bit lit.

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Don't give a fuck to what ppl say do it for ur self for ur ppl kill it

Im on my drooly gooly shit,call me rl stine, pull out the power drill take ur spine,

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

Fuck ur wack bars u weak version of a mean person

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Razor grips, laser spit

You fuck around and get smoke shit

N ur bars shit!,so little brat quit!,,im up 2 slash ur ass with ma insights spit!,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit