This is a song about "Dwight howard"

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

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

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

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes