This is a song about "Sh t"

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

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Magic city tipping them

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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