This is a song about "Push that shit"

Our history that they stole, africa

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

I got that shit, that makes you high

You know i want a piece of that pie

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

That hoover figg get the money shit

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

No more of that otherworldly ethereal shit/

Push them down my elevators

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

She crazy, that stalker shit

Told you camp lo was my favorite