This is a song about "My shit"

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

I'll just be talking shit about my own shit

Sweet, okay makes sense

My shit so dank it smells

My shit, i know u loving

I was born to do the damn thing

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

I literally almost shit my pants/

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

My shit on the radio your shit on the shelf

The jiggas and the tips

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

It's not my fight nor my shit

Chyper shit,your brain wire it,to like my shit,

But i'm leaving town in a little bit