This is a song about "Don t sweat the technique"

The sweet sweat he's breathing,

A break from what you hearing

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Burst through the seams without breaking a sweat,

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

That's word to my mom

We in the mob im the don,

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

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

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

After the blood, the sweat, the tears, i dedicate this right here