This is a song about "Shits creek"

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Cooking up raps like this shits stew

Shits so fire its a one thousand degrees

And i know - there'll never be peace

Ya freak, purely weak, choke artist ya can't speak, floating down shits creek

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Look, i tried to call it quits

I'm the shit like i got the shits

The shits still coarsen through my veins

Blow trees like a hurricane

A hunger for murder that shits delicious

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Shits hilarious, take the game to the

Our history that they stole, africa

I give two shits about yo mama

Lucky seven probably poppa