This is a song about "Austin you ain t shit"

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

It shows i know a bit

You can save the pussy shit

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

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

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

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

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground