This is a song about "Imma bout that shit"

My dick like a disease so imma spread that shit around

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Imma bless this crap, all my shit pope

How bout that shit, ain't that just grand?

And i can write a hook fast

Don't see that shit bout you, you got one fan

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

But imma better than that bullshit

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

And i'm hiding in your closet and imma come out of that shit like jason collins

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Bitch sit down over there imma hit that shit later