This is a song about "Can t"

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

D j t j is here to save all of rap

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth