This is a song about "Shitted on"

I could go on and on and on for hours,

We gotta get back to what really matters

I'm on deck i'm up next

Relying on myself

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

' alright, already, the show goes on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Your on fire.. your on fire

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

100 percent on everything and on my team