This is a song about "T day"

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

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

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

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

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city