This is a song about "Wasn t"

Just a place that they can come

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

By any means, if ya like it or not

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

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

The real muscle in the message of that

D j t j is here to save all of rap

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters