This is a song about "Shit on a doorstep"

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

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

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

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

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

I wished on a star that shit wasnt hard

Hope all over again, we can start

Shit, spending days facing spliffs, on a been there done that basis shit

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

You're a synonym for shit on a stick sprinkled with some cinnamon