This is a song about "Making a shit"

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Making critics pop a sadam on this shit

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Making her money she drive a mercedes

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Im just making this shit up as i go along

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

The way we making money on some stupid shit

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Making love to a professor of divinity

About disaster in the world and

Perceive these words, the making of a legend

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Strictly menace wear, making off a guinness beer