This is a song about "You ain t shit"

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

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

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

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

You can save the pussy shit

Mc hammer too legit

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,