This is a song about "It wasn t me"

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

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

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

It was plain to c she gave birth to a c-u-n-t