This is a song about "Liam t"

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

D j t j is here to save all of rap

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

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

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

Huh, got to get better with time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

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