This is a song about "Tickle shit"

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Never gon' be old shit

Shit, c'mon man, shit ain't addin' up right

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Talk shit, diarrhea

My all gold rolly or the

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Putting cancer in supper and shit

Wondering shit, questioning shit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit