This is a song about "Little t"

Something wicked this way come

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

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

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see