This is a song about "Tom bishop"

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

A rook, a knight, a bishop, all kneels down to the king.

And even if i'm broke, dog

Tom hanks & tom watts flaunt the onslaught/

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

With these cheese that i'm chewing they should call me stinky bishop/

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

He's like #tom #'n' #jerry, he gets beaten by mice, so he friggin' tries

Somebody sue me, like tom cruise in that movie/

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee