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

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

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

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

I got a part time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

To yelp coz ur a little bit and ur a dick and ur goin to get kick in the face so u

They say tvd can´t rap but they are handicapped,

Cause i got the burner in the hand

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

Now i know a lotta styles, some see