This is a song about "People equals shit"

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Around the same time people opened tapes to dub shit,

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

The sea of people with dreams, are deemed to be treated as the equals to fleas

Ever think why people fucking slit there wrists and shit

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Im greater than drake, listen to me people this shit aint fake

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

Call this shit osama's track, people hatin' lucifer,

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

United we slam, here comes the people with the rough shit

Money equals greed, greed equals power,

I got something you've been waiting for

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

That if you treat people like shit you gonna be like shit.