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

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

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

Talk your shit n im slicin at your neck

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

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

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Focus let me show you the light

Mr. c----n does this shit right

Sure he died in 96 n

Had to wear the 13's with them

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

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

This shit is sick, its chill n' quick the bitches stay hatin'