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

You can feel it via spirit

To and who would sit ‘n listen shit?

I wonder so often

To strengthen your defending 'n

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

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

I shoulda stayed ‘n maybe slang some shit,

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

I'm spitting 'n' killing this quick shit..

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

But we having sex tonight

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