This is a song about "It wasn t me"

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

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

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

For the outlawz, here we come

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

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

You don;t thin anymore

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

With business hoes an college strippers

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new