This is a song about "Washington t booker"

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

And thats just the begin sold out shows from meriden to washington

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

The sun gives light cause it is the window

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

D j t j is here to save all of rap

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

See you was there every year when i needed you

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly