This is a song about "Shitting mallows"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/

He's still shitting, whether he's on salary paid hourly

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Explicit is how i spit it shitting on em like a pidgeon