This is a song about "You aren t coll"

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Can't win with a passive attack

If you think what you see on t v's bad

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

And it ain't no problem

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

But most of the time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

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

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

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

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