This is a song about "Shit on you"

Sorry, i know that words to big for you, she bout to look that shit up on google

I don't care what the fuck you do but if fucking speak of me you will

On my captain spalding shit what you don't like clowns,

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

(mmmm.. whoo) you on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit

And i just shit all on you i call that dropping logs.

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

Pause, put gauze on you sorry rappers til you learn that i burn shit

And that shit gives them more reason, but you rage battles on,

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

With all that shit on me you could never go wrong