This is a song about "Can t"

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

D j t j is here to save all of rap

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

At the same damn time

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked