This is a song about "Ain t shit"

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

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

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow