This is a song about "Hoodrat shit"

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

All my women fly as shit,

Trying out this internet shit

Told you camp lo was my favorite

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Talk shit, diarrhea

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

But fuck that , a hoodrat is something i dont want to be

A little piece of shit

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

South side we on this shit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

I know what you do with that

Wondering shit, questioning shit

Wit my kin that i came in wit