This is a song about "Dots"

While i bombard with lots of stuff and that ain't dots of bluff you bitch!

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Connect the dots: i call it interpolation,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Connect the dots like go, never be able to play me

Evading the sniper dots, as he's tied up in my basement

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Lines that i spit doesn't even connect dots

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Got them little red dots directed at your face