This is a song about "Shit arif"

A little piece of shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

The dead society of a poet

And drop the gossip shit,

And i must admit

It ain't like that

Give me it holy shit

Wondering shit, questioning shit

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

There's rules to this shit

You ain't gon find that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,