This is a song about "Isn t"

Secret society all we ask is trust

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

So while the world goes drake crazy

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Doctor said i was fine