This is a song about "A well"

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

She say she love me more than anything

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

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

My uncle was a crip he taught me real well

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

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

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

Well quit calling me a white rapper then.

The race war, when it's us against all of them

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

They say life's a beach, well it's a bitch to me.

Picture a place that they exist, together

Well, it just did, with a disastrous wrecker

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Im fresh like the water comin straight from a well