This is a song about "I ain t even talking to no one cause ain t nobody there"

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

And i listen to common

There you feel left out cause no one

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

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

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

D j t j is here to save all of rap

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see