This is a song about "That just isn t empirically possible"

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

And a kid that eats nothing but candy won' t get tooth decay/

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

But nigga don’t ride my dick when i’m on that high rise

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

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

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

We magnetizing the ghetto

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow