This is a song about "Big t"

Oh, you look like my next victim

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Who's on my line

Big tits and a big ass

So chase the air hide your stash

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,

With business hoes an college strippers

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

This is d j t j's sequel

This is the root of all evil

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

So if it comes down, may the best man win