This is a song about "Hear my bit"

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit,

Drip a drop of acid on my tongue lemme trip a bit

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Getting my mind higher trying to see a bit clearer

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Slit arms from the pits, leave a bit attached so i can tear to hear it rip

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Oh god i hope you hear my prayers,

Wish i could shed all these tears

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

All of the hair from out my hear

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Cause my minds gettin a bit hazy

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Drip a drop of acid on my tongue lemme trip a bit