This is a song about "Liam t"

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

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

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

With a note there and im thinking of reading

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors