This is a song about "Oh shit mate"

Wait till he gets close enough to get his throat slit ''oh shit"

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

She said "oh shit! i ain't mean to call you

My flow is cold, you know it's dope, oh, shit, maybe not,

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

She said "oh shit! i ain't mean to call you

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Put him in oven, oh shit i hear police

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Oh shit- the celica's flipped.

And i'm just being honest

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Never late but awake mate/