This is a song about "Houston t"

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

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

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

Though i recite it like it lucifer's loose leaf

Or something that you paid for

You don;t thin anymore

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Cool young kings trying to make a name houston is where we came

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t