This is a song about "Dippin dots"

Evading the sniper dots, as he's tied up in my basement

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

While i bombard with lots of stuff and that ain't dots of bluff you bitch!

Connect the dots like go, never be able to play me

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

Connect the dots: i call it interpolation,

Got them little red dots directed at your face

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Lines that i spit doesn't even connect dots