This is a song about "T raww"

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

I’m effervescent, just ask them

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

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

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

But five years from now i bet she see

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t