This is a song about "Trains and shit"

And your raps shit, looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Listen, this is my shit. and while i buy shit

And ain't worryed bout shit.

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Eye all pink, and cut to shit,

I know what you do with that

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Putting cancer in supper and shit

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I put some cash in ya pocket

I had to fight back and shit