This is a song about "Can t"

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

It's no longer a new jack city

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Secret society all we ask is trust

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh