This is a song about "Ur shit"

Ur da shit when it comes to da lyrics spit guess whos back to the track

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Ur in over ur head, bitch your tactics are useless

Let ur injuries assure u who served u ur victory

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

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

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Make sure ur seatbelt is fastened

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

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

From ur head n' ur mind,

Good help is hard to find