This is a song about "Start some shit"

Wit my kin that i came in wit

On some bonnie and clyde shit

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Song, and critics say that's some great shit

Heh, if the autotune's gone

To start shit bigger than king kong

You hunnybun on some sweet shit,

It shows i know a bit

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

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

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

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I live in reality, rap some real shit

You can feel it via spirit

I was on some tribal shit...