This is a song about "Ain t nothing"

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Fuck kissing and hugging. they love pushing your buttons

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters