This is a song about "Your shit a freestyling"

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Fuck your beliefs, smoke a joint shit i need a relief

Man stop this shit shake your butt a little bit

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Your that shit you must be under a curse, so feminine youd probably suit a purse

Your just a mobile pile of shit like a porta potty,ill destroy your hobby

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Hypocrites must admit while i spit it makes your writ's like a pile of shit-

I got banana clips, eating banana chips, digest a rap, came out your shit,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Didn't you here there was a callback on your fake shit