This is a song about "Can t write"

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

I'm not that great but i can write a narrative

As my record label nitpicks at this

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

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

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

Make the fingers snap

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t