This is a song about "Didn t get my new car"

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Vijay singh and all of them

But when im with my brothers with this haze in the car

The underdog of the underground has come far

My rhymes will have you living from house to car

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Believe my mom still needs a new car

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Yea got big stacks get me a car

That gal want me ride har

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

My whip gets any iller i swear that i'll get car sick

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key