This is a song about "That"

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

I got that shit, that makes you high

Mama made her pretty

That outnumber infinity

I don't need that,i can't see that

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Glaring at that guy that ferrari belongs to/

I can't keep running away

That reminds me of that day

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

And hold that trident that that nigga poseidon owns

And that that u wernt the best

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Im that killer that hunts and stunts

Bitch i'm as cold as basements