This is a song about "It ain t"

Uh, well, don't waste time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

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

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

When i was starving now it's payback

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

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

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips