This is a song about "My gang is the shit"

The dead society of a poet

Nah, shit, my life is boring shit,

This response was just the appetizer, made up off fertillizer, yeah my rap is shit.

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song//

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Is just a made-up gang meant to intimidate these artists,

My brain is the haziest, come up with some amazing shit

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit