This is a song about "Nathan t"

I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

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

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

You reflect in this heart of mine

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

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

They have bitten the filth when they've wit#ness-#t his wits

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve