This is a song about "Madame t"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

They have bitten the filth when they've wit#ness-#t his wits

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

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

And daddy's in the cadillac

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees