This is a song about "Ain t like me"

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

3 times, show me your peace sign

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

This is d j t j's sequel

Cause this album pack enough evil

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

If you wanted a date, don't come