This is a song about "Running games u ain t shit even gotta a little dick can t touch the spot"

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

If haters are like lions be a t rex eating them up before u get ate

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

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

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

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

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

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

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money