This is a song about "Pile of shit"

You're a pile of ash and ember covered in feces of bitches

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Top of my pile of bodies

Right flows down and they might go nice

You fakes aint nothin but a pile of shit

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Got into trouble through himself into a pile of ruble then wrote a letter while

Slipping further into comatose bits of shit

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

I was on a bottom of the pile gettin' stomped

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

This towns full of bull shit

It's all good, finna dog that