This is a song about "You call it freestyle shit was perviously written"

No hook but my shit is spit written

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

You wna call me shit then ill call you shit to

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

Quadrupedal really? thats what you call it

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

You'll swear to god this shit was written.

I wonder why we take from our women

Was written in braille now hail the king

I know the moves i'm making

I never smiled as a juvenile

That if you beat me on a freestyle

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I'm angry as shit, call it irritable bowels/

But it was just me handing out new shit you couldn't handle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will