This is a song about "Don t get bad"

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

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

But i'm feelin' my dancei had one pill left

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

On a bad night i'll get a couple threes like stephon curry

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

You don;t thin anymore

Just as you rose you will fall