This is a song about "Tempa t"

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

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

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

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

That's another topic, we should start a project

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?