This is a song about "Ju ain t"

My talent should take me places i've never been

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Westside, bitch i run mine

You don;t thin anymore

Wolf gang, kill em' all

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Bad hoes i'm seen with them