This is a song about "A built called wade"

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

I guess i crunched yo bones in half, a machine like ed reed built me

This one right here for polo

Shouldnt have called our girl a hoe.

A tribe called quest in the days of reaganomics,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

My rebellious ways got a phone thrown at my face/ called the

Stare a more sawed off strap bear a chore called from mad

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

I built a reputation cause i rapped for a while

See i'm the jordan of rap, you're like a retarded d. wade

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

This little creep done spit a weak rap called "fuck it"

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit