This is a song about "Govermne t"

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

My gold rollie tell time

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Spending money when your wallet gets low

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue