This is a song about "Bitchhs ain t shit"

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

D j t j is here to save all of rap

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

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

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Straight lane kiffen them