This is a song about "Smearing shit"

Everything is just full of shit.

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Not basic i change shit

I'm stuck with that

This rap was pretty shit,

See i let my nigga split that

It's all good, finna dog that

Wondering shit, questioning shit

No swing and a miss shit,

You know, work that

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,