This is a song about "Ttyb shit"

Not basic i change shit

How bout we blow this bit

All my niggas still drilling shit

You can feel it via spirit

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

There's rules to this shit

Wondering shit, questioning shit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Deezy, runs this rap shit,

Can’t you hear that

You don't mean that, you faggot

No swing and a miss shit,

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

I'm stuck with that