This is a song about "Shit n tit"

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

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

I'll fuckin slice your tit off with a meat cleaver and stab you in the head so much

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

Y u cryin? "gimme back my back" no bitch its mine, i rap not for your souls

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

Hard to move on when you always regret one

With these macs i've got a bad habit

To and who would sit ‘n listen shit?

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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