This is a song about "Shit no shut"

Rub the wood and ima show em love

This shit aint for no business

My shit is interstellar; reaper, no shephard

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

I don't need no one to scratch my shit

I work hard for everything i get

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

No hook but my shit is spit written

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

No swing and a miss shit,

Look inside my closet

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

No stopping me though, better believe yo, my morale just increases so, shut the fuck up

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck