This is a song about "Wyan dot"

I'm an animal i'll gouge your eyes out, sit there and watch your pussy ass meow

You’re nothing but a dot in a crowd of a ton of bitches in my sight right now

I wonder why my serious music is truly never played at shows,

Eyes and pupils dot the i's so crucial true to being frugal loose as loopholes

Bro when me and j dot take the spot you're facin a storm

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

Call my dot cuz im above you like the lowercase letter i dont try to

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

K dot got no, flow and dre no dice, my bad thats rata, tat on the mike,

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

That mac got a red dot with 50 rounds in it

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

Told j-dot, when you get on that battle field, you're ready to win or lose.

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Don't mess with j-dot or you'll get sent up to glory