This is a song about "Start st t"

You reflect in this heart of mine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

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

Yeah, the sex in the sack

I start trippin', and start slittin'

I'm wale, the prescription

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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Up in my new two door

You don;t thin anymore

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh