This is a song about "Tired of your bullshit you fuckin fag"

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Ill make you eat the words of your fruity rap then tell me how it fuckin tastes

Clear of any bullshit

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

And we're tired of you fucking faggots, so can it

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Your bullshit come off of that

I don't want it on my back

You run your fuckin mouth and now you're piss out of luck

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

Lemme know when you grow sick of all the bullshit

If at all, now your a pawn of the bullshit they sell.

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

You're the boss of bullshit

I was on my sway shit