This is a song about "It ain t"

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

And getting money is the song i sing

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

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

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

So i took my time, then t-caines was my name, dwight it,

It's slight blemishes and life system

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,