This is a song about "T swizzle"

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

I'm about to snap

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

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

Niggas braggin' but everybody stagnant

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

But that was only one time

You don;t thin anymore

Now we must stand tall