This is a song about "Ain t nothing"

Oh, you look like my next victim

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

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

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

And a kid that eats nothing but candy won' t get tooth decay/

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

D j t j is here to save all of rap

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh