This is a song about "Can t turst"

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

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

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

D j t j is here to save all of rap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

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

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust