This is a song about "T pappy"

Welcome to organized crime

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

It's slight blemishes and life system

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump