This is a song about "Isn t"

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

You got reason to brag

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Oh, you look like my next victim

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

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

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy