This is a song about "Pile of shit"

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

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

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

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

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Your just a mobile pile of shit like a porta potty,ill destroy your hobby

Real nigguhs ain't scared of shit real nigguhs take care of shit

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

I was on a bottom of the pile gettin' stomped

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

You a buster talking alot of shit

The real muscle in the message of that

Is when i sit back and wait for the drugs to pile

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

Slipping further into comatose bits of shit

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