This is a song about "Ttyb shit"

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Your talking shit dropping shit like toxic

Can’t you hear that

There's rules to this shit

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

All my niggas still drilling shit

This rap was pretty shit,

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

With all of this rap shit

Well, i can handle that

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

I was on some tribal shit...

Fuck it, they shrink to fit