This is a song about "T man"

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

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Sh!t together when women say they'll never trust another man they're

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

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

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

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust