This is a song about "Through wit it"

Lyrics i spit at a critic cause he's not wit' it,

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

But im doin it wit style so the playground thinks im cool

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

You ain't wit' it? you should witness when i rip it up,

Go left or get killed wit a chainsaw ripping through

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Deranged just like a satanist, the ways that it betrays my wit

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Bitch just let me think it all through...

Your girlfriend trippin' on you

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Ask me how i do it i just hit em with a quick wit

I said this darkness, ima wield it wit time

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign