This is a song about "Ain t nothing"

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

And she ain't bout get no ring, jim kelly homey

D j t j is here to save all of rap

* amalgam digital download bonus track

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Shit, see that thing there was mine

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

With business hoes an college strippers

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

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

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