This is a song about "Small t shirts"

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Had to wear the 13's with them

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

I don’t do nothing but ball

You don;t thin anymore

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

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

Everybody have's small problems

Lately been writing poems

Should read the small print here's a small hint,

Now i'm back with one of my latest

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

C-squared wearin some hawaiian shirts, every one got there butt hurts,

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

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