This is a song about "Shit n tit"

To and who would sit ‘n listen shit?

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

All i want is this rap shit id grab it n never mistake it.

Produces more liquid than a pregnant bitches tit

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

I'ma go so hard on your head, you be feeling like you're high 'n' shit

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Who thought he was brave n shit well ok let's see if

Who know this be the life that i really live

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Slut i'm high than cowardly aged shit new blade with longer pierce n high coarse

Cuz no matter what i have you...beaten blackened flattened with bats 'n shit,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Ur rhyming flow is shit n' dont make sense to me,

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only