This is a song about "T 34"

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

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

Just know that i'm always

34. blood running down my sleeve,

Head rush, dick hard, i cannot wait

She self made, i'm self made

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

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

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin