This is a song about "T day"

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Better yet they work my every nerve

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

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

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,