This is a song about "Who the shit"

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

The giant number who miss you

And if i do go you better come through

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Bragging's for idiots who don't know how to keep shit clean

Guess who.. got the wrong nomenclature.

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Who demolishes the novices/

Flyer them the rest i told you i'm ish

Women who are told that they are on some "bitch shit",

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

It's all who aims the farthest,