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

Me and all my homies like to chill n shit

Or never say never though i admit

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

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

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Time after time, again and again

Tried perfecting my letters n

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

To and who would sit ‘n listen shit?

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

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

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