This is a song about "Shit singer"

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

Or let the mob handle that

You know, work that

Thats stuck threw all the shit,

But this ordinary shit

No car key and i mean that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

I put that nigga in his casket

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Rapper song, singer - suspended, subpoena

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

I'm really pretty i'm a singer

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

And i must admit