This is a song about "T rezz"

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

I love the way you walk

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

So disappointed cause baby that shit was so phony

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

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t