This is a song about "Gadder the boy"

And the little boy looks up to the slime and listens

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Let's just say the boy hurt her

Modu, he's ready for whatever

Always on the go the boy never relaxes

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

To keeping up with the same pace lookin', boy

No ray of joyi'm the boy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

The boy gets home late in the afternoon

Unanimously rythmical,ripping apart your rapping particles,i can destroy

Right now, so the boy can see it, i dont wanna be rude, neither crude, but fuck boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

The chair fit his actions right, he was a lazy boy.