This is a song about "Butches ain t shit"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

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

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

D j t j is here to save all of rap

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

First off congratulations on the win

You don;t thin anymore

The shit that i spit is more