This is a song about "Who gives a shit"

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

My delivery gives you a whiplash injury--

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

A few people he gives props to why his life wasnt cropped

I never crack i got that chap stick

He stands back up, and he gives a kick

Never gives me a break, then he takes my heart away

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

This shit gives me confidence to fight whats in fronta me

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

Until a will of desire, gives a right to inspire

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

And that shit gives them more reason, but you rage battles on,