This is a song about "No bullshit"

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Cover our habitation in bullshit, no ventilation

Enough that weak bullshit,

I’m first class on my trip trip

You're the boss of bullshit

I had to fight back and shit

It shows i know a bit

Clear of any bullshit

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

So fuck all people saying love is bullshit

Killing these niggas off quick

Man kanye on that bullshit!

But imma better than that bullshit

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that