This is a song about "Young t outchea"

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Young fisherman sinking in lake michigan

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

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

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

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

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

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