This is a song about "Puppies and shit"

And ain't worryed bout shit.

You know, work that

Don't regurgitate my sperm

And shit i live to learn,

And your raps shit, looking funny tryna talk back and shit

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

To and who would sit ‘n listen shit?

I know what you do with that

I don't pack gats and clap shit

Told you camp lo was my favorite

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

And believe i've been hit with shit

The dead society of a poet

Talks to herself and shit

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Listen, this is my shit. and while i buy shit