This is a song about "Don t besnitching on my friends"

Make the fingers snap

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

You don;t thin anymore

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*

Back to times square...i got dimes here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Shake junt, get buck my friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments