This is a song about "Butches ain t shit"

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Atl was tipping them

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Twista finna get up on the track

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

We don't believe you, you need more people

This is d j t j's sequel

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

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