This is a song about "Shit at everything"

Or attempt to at least shit at least i got some heart

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

I clap shit-aim at your heart

A working genius, a work of art

Everything is just full of shit.

I got two whole tears in a bucket

Picture me lettin this chump survive

But shit it's all mine, at all times

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Simply fucking hate everything, blare this shit in headphones,

Better watch out at night, because not everything is as it seems

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

Niggas stay talkin shit fukk that bitch ripped 50 at em