This is a song about "Shit make"

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

The shit u say doesnt make sense

Spun on green... shit! i can't make it!

You be on that stalker shit

Life is good, simple, so dont make this shit difficult

And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked

I'm trying to clear shit up, and make sure my concerts working,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Not a shark anymore, but i'll make you swim in this shit!

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

I steal shit to make money cause i'm a starving artist

The shit i saw would make king bawl and shit his drawers

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Spitting out the shit that make me sick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick