This is a song about "Jamie t"

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

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

So muthafuck the system

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

It's no longer a new jack city

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

Watch as i transform, jamie lanister form and slay the king,

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Me love you long time