This is a song about "Annoy ya"

Maybe i'll stuff ya, after taking out everything inside ya

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

They said show me ya gats, ya cash, ass ya smashed

I ain't, mad, at cha

Just to come and shoot ya

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

Homie i gotta stop ya,

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

Watch out!...throw ya vest on ya chest,

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent