This is a song about "Dot heads"

Don't mess with j-dot or you'll get sent up to glory

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Drank liqueur popped pills dot dot dot

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Dont tell no bitches that im only an asian who can play dot to dot and and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

The feds got- their heads chopped,

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Convertibles with turbo jets

Along with my other trophy heads

When my gun got a red dot sight.

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Youtube dot com slash cue the elephant

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust