This is a song about "You can t ball to save your life so don t talk shit"

Make the fingers snap

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

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

You had your guard up at first like a soccer goalie

The art of war

You don;t thin anymore

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money