This is a song about "No shit slope"

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

I'm being real, this ain't no "pretend" shit

Impeccable give it my note

You know it all going down slope.

No swing and a miss shit,

Can’t you hear that

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

No more weak shit comin at you hard you here dat shit

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

You left your nigga on his own

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

There's no removing the proof, its no use i'm wolverine i can smell shit.

I don't need no one to scratch my shit

Now you got me hopped up on that