This is a song about "Hit you with g shit and make that nigga spit shit"

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Hey there bitch when i come with the shit you call out a hit

Boy you know ill smoke you out

Get you pen out and spit your shit loud

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Can you tussle and breathe with the shit,

With all that infinite wisdom, can't you come up with better shit.

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

You think that you can rap man? shit,don't make me giggle

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

And my posse they are with me so don't cry you shit g

Hit you with the left and best, nigga you snoring

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option