This is a song about "Smearing shit"

All this medication doesn't help shit,

And that's jay line i had to quote that

No swing and a miss shit,

It shows i know a bit

Im sayin one night my love is like that

I'll just be talking shit about my own shit

I was on some tribal shit...

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

A gentle vessel of cheers smearing smiles off demons & the devil.

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

Give me it holy shit

Cause we done did that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Look inside my closet

I see there's levels on this shit, levels on this shit.

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that