This is a song about "My shit bumps"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

It's not my fight nor my shit

All my women fly as shit,

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Life ain't nothing but hard bumps and bruises

Wasn't mine, but that's enough about my shit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

This is like love, that you can never get

My damn fire been lit, my rap skill be tough shit

I'll just be talking shit about my own shit

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that