This is a song about "You ain t shit"

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

Those lines are already better than yours, but i'll write more just for the kicks

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

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

If i had on 'bama line

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

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

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

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips