This is a song about "A btoken well"

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

Sewer hell, skewered well... flow wet, screw a well

But i guess it's the skill of a well made up tramp.

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

My uncle was a crip he taught me real well

Oh well, i guess you're taught a message and live and learn,

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

Yo, i know, it's been a hell of a day,and, well,

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/

Fuck a church slut well not really she just slurped nuts,

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Well my lifes a question that needs answering,