This is a song about "Im shit"

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

"im not saying jack shit"

You don't mean that, you faggot

Look inside my closet

Im made of just rap no quire shit.

Im not all about that fake shit

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

In the midst of a fire pit

But now im on that fuck shit

And you ain't doing nothing wrong

To guess the shit im on, im gone

This rap is sick shit im an iceberg im sinkin ships

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

And im sending families threw the same and shit

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit