This is a song about "Shit rymes"

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

If a nigga talkin shit

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

And ain't worryed bout shit.

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

On some bonnie and clyde shit

See i let my nigga split that

A little piece of shit

Enough with the crazy shit

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

It shows i know a bit

Pssh you a p.i.e.c.e of shit

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Nah, shit, my life is boring shit,

You can feel it via spirit

I talk about real shit