This is a song about "Sh t"

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

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

Sh!t together when women say they'll never trust another man they're

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

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

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

You don;t thin anymore

They fiend in the door

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined