This is a song about "196c t"

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

The good kid from the ugly city

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

So take the stage just show me what you got

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

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