This is a song about "What dos t mattr"

As i light one for ill will

This is d j t j's sequel

This is like riding through the city

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

You don;t thin anymore

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

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

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

I don't see a problem

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined