This is a song about "You dont do shit"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Suicide i dont give a fuck it your life so you decide it do or die

Cuz all you do is make shit speak shit,

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Can you rap, or do you just talk shit when you spit?

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

I dont give a fuck what you say cause i do what i want

Want the title but im always fighting under card

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Cuz i learned in life bein a faker dont do nothin but put you in

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Get yo bitch get out this act like you get shit dont , lets start this shit

And the kinda shit you use to do,

Wanna spend it all on you

About shit you never want to think about but you do

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you