This is a song about "U weren t shit with out me"

Spitting out the shit that makes me sick

On trial for possession of some chronic

When u see me at the doorstep,retreat..or i'll pluck ur balls out with forceps i don't give a shit/

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Comin to ya crib and whipe u out with my steel/

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

Spitting out the shit that make me sick

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Try to start shit with me

My slight fo's just talk dirty

My minds eyes interlaced with, some shit u aint never tasted

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that