This is a song about "A well"

Wrote well, spoke well, no murder in a motel,

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

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

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

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

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Well i'll let you in on a little secret

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Better pick a better option before these nikes get to stomping

Man i'm starving, may as well get a nice looking darling/

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

This ain't a phase, i'm playin' great, killing? well today's the day

Focus let me show you the light

Well surprise it's a real rap genocide

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

My uncle was a crip he taught me real well