This is a song about "Can t"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Cause this album pack enough evil

This is d j t j's sequel

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Run for cover and return fire

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Bet i get like 8 of them

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

They say tvd can´t rap but they are handicapped,

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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