This is a song about "Shit people"

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

Call this shit osama's track, people hatin' lucifer,

How much people got trough shit and are still all able

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Why do people eat up the shit he supplies?

People try and say shit, but i don't give a fuck

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Sick of getting hated on by people who ain't shit

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

To all the people that i dissed, just know that i never meant that shit

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

That if you treat people like shit you gonna be like shit.

Your the reason people think rap is poetic shit

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that