This is a song about "Who the shit"

Who don’t give two fucks about shit

It's all good, finna dog that

Who believes that shit you're spittin? fuckin no one dude

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Told you camp lo was my favorite

This battle goes to who spits the sickest shit

The type of shit that you don't have to asked who produced it

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit

Who thought he was brave n shit well ok let's see if

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

My shit is mean,but the you're the one who wanted to battle now keep your

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Fuckin shit, anybody who comes at me can suck my tiny dick