This is a song about "Shitting on the universe"

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

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

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

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

The fabrics of the universe is unknowing

The nerve to to averse the universe in mirth

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

So call alica keys, cause #no #one is going to stop me from going ham on the universe/

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

To pull his dick from the dirt, and fuck the whole universe

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever