This is a song about "U spit shit and call it a rap"

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

-zi when it comes to rap and jottin' down shit, formulatin' plots,

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

I'll rap this shit up and hand it to ya. it's a present

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

So i spit a diss rap without the riff raff and leave him crying in the snow

Spit my shit without remorse, then have a hundred fans reinforce it.

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Cause bitch, you can try and spit shit or take a hit/

-zi when it comes to rap and jottin' down shit, formulatin' plots,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl