This is a song about "T dot"

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

In the corner of my eye, pairs of polka dot underwear

Something wicked this way come

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

And j dot cant work well under the spot,

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

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

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Gotta that red dot on yo head call it buck shot

From dusk till i wake, there will be no mistakes i gotta turn into day somehow

You’re nothing but a dot in a crowd of a ton of bitches in my sight right now