This is a song about "Shit talkers"

Everything is just full of shit.

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Than life, i'm the fucking shit

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Give me it holy shit

"im not saying jack shit"

In the midst of a fire pit

The real muscle in the message of that

Wondering shit, questioning shit

Shit i could spit shit about anything,

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

All these niggas is broke shit

Talks to herself and shit

Bitch you should see my wallet