This is a song about "Shit singer"

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Wondering shit, questioning shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

Never asked nobody for shit

See i let my nigga split that

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

I'm white, but get it right, i ain't no singer/

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Now you got me hopped up on that

But this ordinary shit

Happen to you , nothing is shit

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that