This is a song about "Shit talkers"

No car key and i mean that

No swing and a miss shit,

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

All these niggas is broke shit

Look inside my closet

In the midst of a fire pit

Everything is just full of shit.

You ain't gon find that

Give me it holy shit

How bout we blow this bit

Icy kash, wit the dope shit