This is a song about "Ing shit"

After that moscato hit

And drop the gossip shit,

Now you got me hopped up on that

Than life, i'm the fucking shit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

A little piece of shit

Gotta give her da good i'm liking da wood and now it's over lady

Before my head gets steered, not hearing shit, man im go-ing crazy

Ing to this finely adorned thing, my eyes see, were fondling

You need to go to, like, vienna or something

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Wondering shit, questioning shit

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Baby im on my other shit,

No fuck-ing rules gonna stand in our way of a cor-rect place,

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways