This is a song about "T puc"

The club underwater, have em running out the front

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Hoes row got beans in them