This is a song about "Jamie t"

On they twitter writing novels, see

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

I fucking hate this job

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

I'm about to snap

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

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

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow