This is a song about "Hoeing shit"

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

This towns full of bull shit

Can’t you hear that

This rap was pretty shit,

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

All my niggas still drilling shit

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

It ain't like that

Not basic i change shit

I was on some tribal shit...

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that