This is a song about "T pappy"

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

This is d j t j's sequel

As i light one for ill will

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

I'm running out of time

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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

With business hoes an college strippers

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t