This is a song about "Shit singers"

The real muscle in the message of that

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

Find yourself in serious shit"

Now you got me hopped up on that

And stop / freeze for singers they can please

You gotta breathe and be at ease

With g's in my pocket

Wondering shit, questioning shit

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

I ain't playin with this shit

The dead society of a poet

Bitch you should see my wallet

And ain't worryed bout shit.