This is a song about "Bitchhs ain t shit"

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

This is d j t j's sequel

We don't believe you, you need more people

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

You don;t thin anymore

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

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

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined