This is a song about "Who the shit"

This battle goes to who spits the sickest shit

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Lets go in the booth, and see who hits who

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

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

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

She leave her hair in the sink

It's all who aims the farthest,

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

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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