This is a song about "The best t"

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

It was the best of the best rules//

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

I can be the fucking best

Beach on the weekend

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Now i hope you the best

They say i talk like im god body

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

See i can only love you when you undressed

Man saturday mornings was the best

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"