This is a song about "Dot line"

And j dot cant work well under the spot,

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Almost at the finish line

Lady g, willy b in time

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Youtube dot com slash cue the elephant

Dun want your courtesy bitch i won't bet even my a.tom call me a low brow

You’re nothing but a dot in a crowd of a ton of bitches in my sight right now

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

Call my dot cuz im above you like the lowercase letter i dont try to

Can you faggots keep up line for line

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

I perfect every line