This is a song about "T puc"

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Make sure to give them my all

You don;t thin anymore

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

For the outlawz, here we come

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

D j t j is here to save all of rap

We never tattle, let god handle that