This is a song about "Dots"

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Lines that i spit doesn't even connect dots

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Got them little red dots directed at your face

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Connect the dots: i call it interpolation,

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image