On my shit

this like a midwest swang with a touch of Gucci gang, if u hating on my shit I let the hammer go bang(1), keep the glock in close range, for these boys who looking strange, boy yo funds dont ever meet, it's like they estranged, almost nearing they depletion, yo pass a incompletion, going ham up on the track, fam I'm stay beasting, on attack str8 feasting, like a wild pack of hyenas, they gone spazz out, when I step in the arena, what u want main I'm on my shit, fuck what venue, my blunt get lit, I continue, to benefit, from ooh wee