This is a song about "Your shit a freestyling"

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

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

Infectious flows just like a sty in your eye in shit,

And i must admit

So you can talk your shit

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

'cuae motherfuckers never loved me freestyling like crazy

She can only take so much more than her heart got

Could give a shit bout burials till its your turn to rot

You a retarded ginger piss me off ill fuck up your shit

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Man stop this shit shake your butt a little bit

I'mma sign that work and release that