This is a song about "Small t shirts"

I refuse to be another being on this earth

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

They tried to take it, and say that i'm too small

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Everybody have's small problems

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

You don;t thin anymore

She leave her hair on the floor

They don't have the guts to spit the rhymes,tearing my shirts has got their lines,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing