This is a song about "T fottie"

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

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

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

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

We don't believe you, you need more people

This is d j t j's sequel

Westside, bitch i run mine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money