This is a song about "In this shit"

Not much shit in this world to amuse

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

Not a shark anymore, but i'll make you swim in this shit!

Blind in the ditch, this aint a hair salon? oh shit

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

You blast this shit in abercrombie when your work is finished

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

Memorize this shit, so you can put it in a frame

I'm don juan in this and when i've done won and shit

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Anger on your sly shit face spray that shit with mace throw you in your case this

Cause im getting paid like i'm in 12th grade, this shit endless,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love