This is a song about "Pice of shit"

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

And the word most important

Of breaking through this shit, i must

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Slipping further into comatose bits of shit

This bastard spits bits of acid chips and half ass the shit

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

But alot of shit that's happened since then

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Im made of just rap no quire shit.

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

No more of that otherworldly ethereal shit/