This is a song about "The best t"

The one who can´t even show a real smile

You never tire, might as well as inspire

But i can only love you when you undressed

Electronically, technology the best

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

From the rest, cos your the best of the best

Beach on the weekend

I'm tryin to be the best

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

Carol city or was it the west

Well simply to be the best

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

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout