This is a song about "Shitting on niggas"

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

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

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Fake niggas i plan on seeing less of

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

You all expendable niggas on your sylvester stallone

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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