This is a song about "T fottie"

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

That cellphone that i bought

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

Bet i get like 8 of them

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

You don;t thin anymore

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

This is d j t j's sequel

Lady at the frank stand will