This is a song about "Isn t"

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

I decline for the moment he unfollows on twitter

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Oh, you look like my next victim

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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee