This is a song about "Shit no shut"

No car key and i mean that

No swing and a miss shit,

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

My nigga, its all love

This shit aint for no business

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

But things ain't no changing, nothing amazing, no shit i'm gaining

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

So i ain't giving a fuck

Sleeping with his eyes wide shut

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing

I was born to do the damn thing

Im made of just rap no quire shit.

With these macs i've got a bad habit