This is a song about "T ramos the bender"

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

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

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

You got reason to brag

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

It's check out time

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,