This is a song about "T dot"

That mac got a red dot with 50 rounds in it

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

And if i gotta settle for a piece of you

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

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

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

You females don't understand i'm in no mood for games/it's a damn shame/ how

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

Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

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

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

Twista finna get up on the track