This is a song about "Shit shit"

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

No swing and a miss shit,

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

And drop the gossip shit,

Thats stuck threw all the shit,

You don't mean that, you faggot

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Give me it holy shit

Now you got me hopped up on that

This rap was pretty shit,

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit