This is a song about "Take me back to the club and be a shit head"

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

Stick you severed head in the toilet take a shit than i flush

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Sit back and "take a hit"/ my rhymes will make you shit bricks/

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Now this is a real diss, so sit back and take notes and make me a melodic phrase

How i seen my life being raised as good as a bad day yet i'm still

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

Or never say never though i admit

Suddenly a flashback hit me in the back shit,

And rappers started selling out to make a few club hits,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

With a rich bitch giving me head, sat on the blower to mallower back in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Take a little bit of the shit, it quickly leads to me unloading my clip,

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket