This is a song about "Young t outchea"

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Wakin up with a crooked smile but aint shit outchea funny

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Me and my microphone could be one

Young fisherman sinking in lake michigan

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

D j t j is here to save all of rap