This is a song about "Brandon can t get carlee"

Way that i describe it, prescribe a nigga medicine

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

Because you can capitalize, you gonna get slapped

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

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

Put the purp in the blunt

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

And a kid that eats nothing but candy won' t get tooth decay/

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

20 racks really thats sneaker money

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t