This is a song about "Shit n tit"

Me and all my homies like to chill n shit

I work hard for everything i get

Before i split, slit your pussy as a tit ,fucker i can't stand your wit

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

I read through his shit sat back n i was dying of laughter,

And this microphine i wanna rockit, im just feelin me so go head n talk shit.

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

Ma shit hits u like a hammer n sticks to ur face!,

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Dissing me like i sit around ‘n talk shit ‘bout you all the time.

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

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