This is a song about "Shit n tit n clit"

I shoulda stayed ‘n maybe slang some shit,

And that's jay line i had to quote that

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

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

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

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Im a shit talker /spit enforcer / rip torsos /n then turn you pricks

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Talk shit to me? get bold n meet my reming-ton

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen