This is a song about "Shit eaters"

Never asked nobody for shit

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Razor grips, laser spit

There's rules to this shit

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Wondering shit, questioning shit

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

Bitch you should see my wallet

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Now you got me hopped up on that

Mc's all over the place here talking cake eaters

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers

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

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

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

You hunnybun on some sweet shit,