This is a song about "Shit no shut"

Under pressure no sweat, my pores are shut

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Let's have a toast for this new love

This shit aint for no business

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Im made of just rap no quire shit.

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

I don't need no one to scratch my shit

He says no, i say shut the fuck up,

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

No more weak shit comin at you hard you here dat shit

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

My shit is interstellar; reaper, no shephard

No swing and a miss shit,

Razor grips, laser spit