This is a song about "Fuck ur shit"

Around my way, i'm cut throat

Fuck that shit aint so dope

Ur da shit when it comes to da lyrics spit guess whos back to the track

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Ur rhyming flow is shit n' dont make sense to me,

Fuck you all (for reading this shit)

It's all good, finna dog that

Fuck ur wack bars u weak version of a mean person

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Like a shit motor, being a dumb fuck

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

How could u take on anybody, ur shit is fuckin weak

I don't fuck with that same love shit

Well, i can handle that