This is a song about "38"

Hip hop isnt a blight on society, it is its fucking delight

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

So fuck ross's apology stop being polite

Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like

38. i seek to relax,

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

A warrior, a soldier, or a sniper eyeing down line of sight

I'll make sure these bars are nice, no rewrite,

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

Beat drops 38 seconds (listen to intro)

But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke

Need a clear mind cause i been blind, got me goin' down that road

Here i am, let's get this started out, alright?

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right