This is a song about "Jamie t"

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

You don;t thin anymore

Turn it up a little more

This is d j t j's sequel

As i light one for ill will

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.