This is a song about "Isn t"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Uh, well, don't waste time

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

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

With such an ugly picture in it and

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

The people gon' feel it, a leader win the building

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

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