This is a song about "Get well"

Well i'd go back to my cell raise hell and get in my zone,

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

And moms, she raised me well...

The twin towers fell

Get me in line with traditions well you know what?

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

But thing is i can get away with murder here i mine as well be the mayor

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

Just another ne'er do well.

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Sewer hell, skewered well... flow wet, screw a well

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Well i will tell you just sit back and get attached to this track

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses