This is a song about "Ain t perfect"

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

Bitch niggas be afraid to speakwe the last ones left

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

You don;t thin anymore

No ho, acquainted with the floor

This is d j t j's sequel

Cause this album pack enough evil

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

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

When i was starving now it's payback