This is a song about "T 34"

This is d j t j's sequel

As i light one for ill will

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

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

That's what rains for

You don;t thin anymore

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

There's crack, there's crack

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

34. blood running down my sleeve,

Tina perm your fucking weave

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

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

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,