T-money spits better shit and you cant outwit my english literature, too many words, your insecured, your lyrics are never heard or undrestood by my boys in the hood, we think your shit sucks, your outta luck, dont wanna fuck or start shit with me, a bitch always on his knees, doesnt take shame in his name but he needs to be tamed cause his lyrics are lame and cant compete in the rap game, or let his heart feel pain, but he does realize that he cant comprimise that T-money never shy's away, from any battle, especially one this easy to win, now what u gonna ask your DJ to spin?