This is a song about "It wasn t me"

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

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

We don't believe you, you need more people

This is d j t j's sequel

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Shit, see that thing there was mine

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

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Super chill, some call me t-frozen, and if theres weed around i gotta

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh