This is a song about "Shit n tit"

U smell like ma armpit,while uve been on ma cock pit,ma bars hit ma shit like jolie n brad pitt,

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

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

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

Talk your shit n im slicin at your neck

Yeah this shit got me feelin' robert beck

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

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

I shoulda stayed ‘n maybe slang some shit,

I just wish for big tit chicks and getting cheese

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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.