This is a song about "Shitty team"

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

The weed in me is real sticky

Your rap is so shitty!

Me and my whole damn team,

I got a dollar and a dream

But i got these shitty jobs, and look at me, i’m educated,

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Gillys on the fucking twerk team

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Haters gettin shitty

Bitch, they call it motor city

But five years from now i bet she see

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy