This is a song about "Dot"

Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

And j dot cant work well under the spot,

I get my cake; i love hip hop

K dot got no, flow and dre no dice, my bad thats rata, tat on the mike,

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

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

I'm an animal i'll gouge your eyes out, sit there and watch your pussy ass meow

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

In the corner of my eye, pairs of polka dot underwear

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Salmon river leap stream another triple w dot domain

Bro when me and j dot take the spot you're facin a storm

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn