This is a song about "T ramos the bender"

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

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

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

Mama always told me i’d be famous

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

I'm running out of time

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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