This is a song about "Fresh to a t"

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

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

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

D j t j is here to save all of rap

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

I skateboard with my hoard to buy a fresh extension cord

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice