This is a song about "Govermne t"

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

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

But most of the time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

D j t j is here to save all of rap

You don;t thin anymore

That's why you'll find her on the floor

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Flyer then the rest of them

Snapple fact: you rather wack

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