This is a song about "Billy the willy"

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

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

As the tao converted the thief

So if you wanna leave

And she would do anything for everything

What you really feeling? and how you willy healing

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Organized crime, i kill your boss

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

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

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

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the