This is a song about "Puppies and shit"

How bout we blow this bit

I don't pack gats and clap shit

And i'm killin' shit like everyday,

As: i forgot it’s mother’s day

And ain't worryed bout shit.

So i'm one with that

In the midst of a fire pit

And went and got some new shit

Putting cancer in supper and shit

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

I get my points across and say shit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Thus spake zarathustra now i'm philosophical and shit

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

And believe i've been hit with shit

So i banged for a minute