This is a song about "T squiggle"

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Ran outside to see the big show

You don;t thin anymore

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"