This is a song about "Don t get to close"

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Using my name is as close to flow as you'll ever get

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Rather mess with a cliever than to get close to him by a meter

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

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

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

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

And all women who had light features, see

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Some nights i get really close to squeezing that gun.

Wait till he gets close enough to get his throat slit ''oh shit"

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket