This is a song about "Mr t"

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

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

If i had on 'bama line

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

You be tapping like a mr

Aka mr. louisiana.

My all gold rolly or the

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Sneak up on attack

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from