This is a song about "Big t"

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

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

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

And of course, my car's off course

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

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

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

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