This is a song about "Fuck wits"

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

But most of the time i'm out my wits/

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

But fuck destiny and fuck legacy

Im just tryna do my thang, got quick wits

So here i am at the store for some chips

Your wits are shit, keep talking and i'll take this here drill bit and shove it in your eye,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Audios in scripts that have no wits to match it