This is a song about "T aping"

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

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

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

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Must be something you want me to see

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

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

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave