This is a song about "Cello"

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

So i can stab his face and nut on his grave like mourning wood

His girl? yeah i fucked her, bust a nut up in that cum dumpster

Ice tea and skittles, ima share it like my last supper

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens