This is a song about "Can t"

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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