This is a song about "Shittin on em"

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

I don't usually spit on beats man, i produce em/

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Twins on deck call em siamese,

So let’s stand strong, march on, and we take ‘em on,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Shittin' on everybody, body niggas with adjectives

Go on tell em randy, tell em i would never do,

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

I remember shittin on all these bitches.

Uppity bitches, handling business