This is a song about "Shit singers"

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Find yourself in serious shit"

Enough with the crazy shit

You can feel it via spirit

Reluctant to, to give a shit

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

And stop / freeze for singers they can please

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Now you got me hopped up on that

I ain't playin with this shit