This is a song about "Shit on a doorstep"

Keeping shit mellow like a kid fucked on ritalin

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Didn't you here there was a callback on your fake shit

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Vigilantes, shit leaves 'em turned on like a hot appliance,

When i get to warwick avenue

I shit on you fag, with a giant poo

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Now i'm saying shit verbally, words are on a killing spree

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

And normally, i'd try to end this fucked shit on a high.

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I am the original sin, doing shit on a whim.

Where that shit on my neck lick a pendant

Since napster the sales been crashin' and