This is a song about "Isn t"

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

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

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

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

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

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

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

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

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

You don;t thin anymore

Some old bitch that we did before

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust