This is a song about "Ariel watts"

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Tom hanks & tom watts flaunt the onslaught/

And by the grace of god you make the approach

Creep along the tile floor, feeling like a roach

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

You'll wish you forgot of the watts i shot, kilowatts got you jot,

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

Man i've reached heights dwight howard couldn't reach nigga

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

So i took my time, then t-caines was my name, dwight it,