This is a song about "T"

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Something wicked this way come

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

Like a fiend off the best rock

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust