This is a song about "T pain"

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

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

So we can live again

I been feeling so much pain

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

Bt i m sure dat my dick for u will be t pain

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Is such a motherfucking pain

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

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

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

I'll never call you bitch again

Rhymes hit me, there's no pain