This is a song about "T ramos the bender"

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

They have bitten the filth when they've wit#ness-#t his wits

I'm the real o. g on the pc, shoot g. a. t. t's need some vitamin oh gee!

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

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

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

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