This is a song about "Ain t it"

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Just a place that they can come

You don;t thin anymore

Didn't do a thing at all

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

If i had on 'bama line