This is a song about "Glitter in your shit"

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Understood how shit can turn, now your living in reverse

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Put your shit in the blueprint

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

I'll win putting your shit in the recycle bin

Y'all blessed with shit in your cranium since you bit uranium

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Anger on your sly shit face spray that shit with mace throw you in your case this

Infectious flows just like a sty in your eye in shit,

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

No i'll have that bitch wit some glitter then i'll tip her,

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

After all that shit you still call me baby in your arms

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards