This is a song about "T puc"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

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

But five years from now i bet she see

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth