This is a song about "Shit eaters"

Cause i dont rush into shit.

Look inside my closet

Happen to you , nothing is shit

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

You're very attractive, and notice that

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Real niggas get real shit

But this ordinary shit

Or let the mob handle that

The dead society of a poet

Never asked nobody for shit

I work hard for everything i get

You hunnybun on some sweet shit,

Government lies yes they cover shit

It's all good, finna dog that