This is a song about "Chance t"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

At the same damn time

As i light one for ill will

This is d j t j's sequel

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

That's just the beginning of war

You don;t thin anymore

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

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king