This is a song about "Start some shit"

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Take some from the early bird and start chargin per compliment/

And i know i'm a poet, shit you saw from the start

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Someones trying to fight me, tryin to start shit

You hunnybun on some sweet shit,

Me and you just need to talk a bit

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

I shoulda stayed ‘n maybe slang some shit,

I live in reality, rap some real shit

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

They on some undercover shit

And that's jay line i had to quote that