This is a song about "Tha shit"

Cause i'm tha leader and the speaker.

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Blista in tha upper body, bring em' up so quick i

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

They don’t want, my attention, i’m cool cousin

Of your memories in tha dozen

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Kick, rock tha 2nd verse betta' than tha first showin'

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Sublime player of hearts to tha beat