This is a song about "T ramos the bender"

D j t j, the best, do his thing

They are not confident when im talking

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Run for cover and return fire

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

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

That's how i got the weed spot

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

So now i'm on this bender of all sorts of

Together all the timethought it was true love

Knowing you can no longer party

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

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge