This is a song about "Its the type of shit that they read about like chris said i gotta bleed it out"

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

I gotta get out of here, i gotta make it quick

Your friends say, why we not together yet

And for the shit that i just read,

The type of shit that you don't have to asked who produced it

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

I didnt even read half the shit you said

And please never disrespect my set

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Whipped that shit out, and ain't no doubt about it

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

And it seems that they clouded 'em out, now it's stealin' the words out of my mouth

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Shit its out of the question