This is a song about "Hyou shit"

I see there's levels on this shit, levels on this shit.

The next day you is everybody target

Baby im on my other shit,

No car key and i mean that

Give me it holy shit

Well, i can handle that

I put the nigga in his casket

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

Can’t you hear that

Give me it holy shit

Nah, shit, my life is boring shit,

Razor grips, laser spit

Wondering shit, questioning shit

The dead society of a poet

I'll just be talking shit about my own shit

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket