This is a song about "Shits and giggles"

I don't give two shits and when i do make it you won't even get my two cents

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

It's fucking grey and that shits hard enough to deal with to stay intact/

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

When your shits going from bad to worse turn around and reverse

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

I'm the shit like i got the shits

And shits not perfect but at least i'm not spending all of my time on bridges

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I thought not cause my shits hot and its overflowing

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

And then the critics truly ask how many shits i give,