This is a song about "The brand isn t everything"

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

Exclusive bitch, brand new whip, and black coats in the winter

Living if she is or not

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

In 7th grade the devil and me were best friends he intends to destroy your trends

Of his might and will to forget the end, a beginning brand new to enjoy with some friends

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

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

Was only a woodsman, carried nothing more than a buck, i think she had the blessed brand

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

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

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

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