This is a song about "Dots"

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

Bitch i’ve been ballin’ all alone, like the gym is vacant

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

Connect the dots: i call it interpolation,

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

Lines that i spit doesn't even connect dots

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Got them little red dots directed at your face

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space