This is a song about "Shittin on them"

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

So fuck all them haters hating on my my spits

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Pissing on girls like r-kelly, feeding them my jelly

On 9/11 i made them towers fall on em

Gets harder than rihanna when

Like a truck i roll on top of them

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Fuck them peace makers on a fuckin line

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Oh, did i knock them on the streets, line them up neat

I was shittin on your name

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim