This is a song about "Billy the willy"

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Where the fuck the chorus

Move like i’m walking with an open case

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

A far reach from them rap dudes

From the gutter to the roof

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Is that the kid should prolly change my name to billy width

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

What you really feeling? and how you willy healing