This is a song about "Pice of shit"

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Shit its out of the question

Of your shit raps and the real shit i brainstorm

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

...mist of rap...whatever, it don't matter, shit

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Of breaking through this shit, i must

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Im a mass murderer of this shit

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Stirring up a crock of it, the opposite of poppin' sick shit,

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

This shit is a different type of warfare

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

With all of this rap shit

Or let the mob handle that