This is a song about "T fottie"

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

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

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

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

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy