This is a song about "That"

So let me tell you about this guy

I got that shit, that makes you high

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Glaring at that guy that ferrari belongs to/

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

And hold that trident that that nigga poseidon owns

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Tell me that you call that rapping

That reminds me of that day

But i ain't get to see you today

Im that killer that hunts and stunts

Bitch i'm as cold as basements

Lv on my feet with a belt to match

Flash that arm with that hammer catch

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

But you got that sign that i'm fine