This is a song about "Who the shit"

Sick of getting hated on by people who ain't shit

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

Little shit who can't knit a good verse to spit

And that's jay line i had to quote that

To and who would sit ‘n listen shit?

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

// [we're the ones who made you]

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

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet