This is a song about "I wen t to a disco"

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

You need more than a pen 'n pad and ya disco set,

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here

I dint know wen did u become a jerk

And i can get em all without lots of effort

Wen i walk down ya street

I’m way harder than the concrete