This is a song about "Wasn t"

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

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t