This is a song about "Making a shit"

The way we making money on some stupid shit

This is like love, that you can never get

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Not born in a hood place and got good decision making

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

You delighted in making them feel like shit/

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

Simple shit but still y'all love making me nauseous in pain

No one’s making a fuss

Wood chain with a jesus

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

You wasted my shit, making me write this

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches