This is a song about "Shit and abbey"

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

Whether i get high and wreck shit

One night love: i'mma need that

I get my points across and say shit

The dead society of a poet

In the midst of a fire pit

Can you tussle and breathe with the shit,

Mc hammer too legit

And went and got some new shit

Thus spake zarathustra now i'm philosophical and shit

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

You ain't gon find that

Eye all pink, and cut to shit,

I don't pack gats and clap shit

With these macs i've got a bad habit