This is a song about "Who the shit"

Now you got me hopped up on that

To and who would sit ‘n listen shit?

It's all who aims the farthest,

If you feel it, it must be real just

To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man

I think of who i was before this shit began,

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

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

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Shes the only girl who doesnt give me shit,

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Who don’t give two fucks about shit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit