This is a song about "Ain t shit changed"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

Third ward general, young cash money

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

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

All of a sudden shit changed and i wasn't a burden

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

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.

Welcome to organized crime

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

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

But luckily tim changed my year

We put a wreath on niggas' career