This is a song about "Ttyb shit"

You, you, you have to pay for that

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

No swing and a miss shit,

Now you got me hopped up on that

After that moscato hit

Not basic i change shit

Than life, i'm the fucking shit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

There's rules to this shit

No car key and i mean that

And drop the gossip shit,

And you all will respect that

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Give me it holy shit