This is a song about "Attila the hun"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

The more battles the better the flows

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

No one in comparison, i got a hun in paris son.

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Hoes row got beans in them

Do the math, get the sum

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I bring the heat like the

Lucky, that obama got relected so people could stop being hun-gry.

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree