This is a song about "Ur shit"

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Im on my drooly gooly shit,call me rl stine, pull out the power drill take ur spine,

Let ur injuries assure u who served u ur victory

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

Ur in over ur head, bitch your tactics are useless

Cos after watching u and ur shit..they all ran

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Only had to read half ur shit to know ur not that clever

That's why forever i love seldom and trust never

From ur head n' ur mind,

You can search but you'll never find

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Have a ware and look above ur

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for