This is a song about "Night t"

If i had on 'bama line

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

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

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Always strap so i was alright

I’ll be there every single night

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money