This is a song about "T smitty"

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Secret society all we ask is trust

If out of line

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

When i'm on it, on it like my job

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

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

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

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

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Third ward general, young cash money

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