This is a song about "Ain t shit"

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

The root of all evil

This is d j t j's sequel

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

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

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

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

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t