This is a song about "Your nothing but shit"

I don't spit nothing but 100% real shit.

Now you got me hopped up on that

You ain’t nothing but shit to me

It was just another party

I'm ready to rumble, he does nothing but mumble, your pride is gonna crumble

That just makes them a nobody, a failure as an individual,

You bitches ain't nothing but shit that's in my toilet

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

But all your memos talk about shit like ghetto echos,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

But you try to play your tunes and we hear nothing but static

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

But things ain't no changing, nothing amazing, no shit i'm gaining

But fuck that, man your skills are like nothing to me,

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby