This is a song about "Tristan loo"

Just think again boo and say never/

Make my jollof with lots of pepper

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

You're a baller we can go hoop

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

While i rock out with my cock out

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

My tribulations, the causes, the skeletons in my closet,

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

Feed me more rappers to devour, eat em up and howl with raised lungs

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

With out doubt i wont back out

I gotta little clout