This is a song about "T shirts"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Until the end of time

They don't have the guts to spit the rhymes,tearing my shirts has got their lines,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

They say tvd can´t rap but they are handicapped,

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

This is d j t j's sequel

This is the root of all evil