This is a song about "Ur shit"

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

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

About disaster in the world and

Make sure ur seatbelt is fastened

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Hey bitch..wats ur name....i forgot ur name...

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

How could u take on anybody, ur shit is fuckin weak

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Ur strength slipping from both hands/

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Sever ur memory from ur head n' ur mind

Face it ur basic, my skillz designed, ur shits makeshift

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

Got loads of bad #chemicals inside ur persona 'n' ur feeling ill

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will