This is a song about "Dwight howard"

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

So i took my time, then t-caines was my name, dwight it,

To liberate yourselves, africa

Man i've reached heights dwight howard couldn't reach nigga

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/