This is a song about "This ain t pradise"

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

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

Yeah, the sex in the sack

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Do i bring discomfert to you're upper middle class starbucks dicks

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

This is the root of all evil

This is d j t j's sequel