This is a song about "Shit up"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Rappin is my profession so i always come up with fresh shit.

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit//

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Potent shit getting lit up in the cockpit

We never tattle, let god handle that

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Couldn't stand up after abusing dope and shit

What, what ... project shit what

Shit sun never came up

You a retarded ginger piss me off ill fuck up your shit

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Stirring up a crock of it, the opposite of poppin' sick shit,

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

To stir it up like a spoon in a cauldron of shit