This is a song about "It"

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

So is you bout it, i really doubt it, doubt it/

Told you camp lo was my favorite

Couldn't believe it when i heard it

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

Whatever started it

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Yes we bout it bout it/

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

Stop it, drop it, because i shot it.

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

With my thumb, pack it, light it, pass it

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Ripping it, spitting some venom up in it