This is a song about "Dorothy gale"

Hold my tears i tried my best

This road.....never seems to end

Now look at you vicious to the end.

That happen to act like a black president

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

I sigh, in my heart, a million soldiers just died.

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

And flow as the cold wind blows, 'till they're killed off,

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

You ain't in kansas no more like that nigga dorothy

Waiting for what to end?

Hold up yea we the best

With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I got a bitch to fuck, her name is jill