This is a song about "What dos t mattr"

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

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

I just want somebody i can see

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

D j t j is here to save all of rap

Lady at the frank stand will

This is d j t j's sequel

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

And if i do go you better come through

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk