This is a song about "Shitting yourself"

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

And right now, you're chillin, mind on yourself.

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

Roll up niggas be like sex

Like when you shot yourself

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

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

I made it myself

Told to just be yourself