This is a song about "Isn t"

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

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Would look at us all the time

I’m effervescent, just ask them

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t