This is a song about "I ain t tr"

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

So i took my time, then t-caines was my name, dwight it,

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Bet i get like 8 of them

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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