This is a song about "Shit at cod"

On they grown man shit still standing at a park

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

But shit it's all mine, at all times

Then put it into sex drive

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

No more weak shit comin at you hard you here dat shit

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

As in cypher.. in life if he's #pissed at some shit

Where ma props at? cuz ain't seeing shit

You don't mean that, you faggot

Look at all these pussy's causing shit

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I'm not even at my illest, this shit is concerning/

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table