This is a song about "T ramos the bender"

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

They have bitten the filth when they've wit#ness-#t his wits

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

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

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

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

The one who can´t even show a real smile

You never tire, might as well as inspire

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Ramos and ban hoes a hip hop giant, leave you lying , dying , looking up to me