This is a song about "The finer shit"

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit

On trial for possession of some chronic

Spitting out the shit shit that makes me sick

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

That hoover figg get the money shit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Dancing with the devil, hoarding useless shit

Enough with the crazy shit

I'mma sign that work and release that

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Ignorance is bless? shit about the fact that's all bull shit.

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

The whole body remits, loose as shit

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her