This is a song about "Fucking shit"

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Ever think why people fucking slit there wrists and shit

All this mother fucking shit i'm saying but i'm already winning

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Use dog shit to mask your fucking scent

My mind is fucking caniving, call this shit a spiritual binding,

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Every time you rhyme shit so bad its considered a fucking crime,

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

I say way too much fucking shit

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Like curses on the radio

That shit is fucking sick tho