This is a song about "Isn t"

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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