This is a song about "You shit"

You could chuck all of his shit

No car key and i mean that

Meaning you eat shit, and i just shit on you

My home girl told me i got an issue

Or let the mob handle that

You treated me like shit

You wna call me shit then ill call you shit to

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Yeah that shit will get you.

Not just with you but all this shit

I put some cash in ya pocket

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

No more weak shit comin at you hard you here dat shit

Fuck you all (for reading this shit)

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket