This is a song about "Shit fest"

Wondering shit, questioning shit

It shows i know a bit

With g's in my pocket

So you can talk your shit

Never gon' be old shit

Razor grips, laser spit

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

She be going crazy round the pole like it's a fuck fest

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

I just dont give a shit,

All my women fly as shit,

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest