This is a song about "Hippy shit"

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Not basic i change shit

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Well, i can handle that

This rap was pretty shit,

Bitch you should see my wallet

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Wondering shit, questioning shit

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

All you hear in hippy general’s beef are just rifle shots,

The real muscle in the message of that

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit