This is a song about "Donuts t"

No, i ain't, glazed donuts for luncheon, on my plate.

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

You way some fucking kilotons, fuck sweets, its donuts

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

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

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

This is the root of all evil

This is d j t j's sequel